The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8969 | 2020-08-30 04:46:25 | 124.29 | 99% |
| 8418 | 2020-08-19 04:59:13 | 127.94 | 100% |
| 5567 | 2020-07-21 22:24:07 | 114.66 | 97% |
| 2837 | 2020-06-06 21:19:45 | 101.73 | 97% |