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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28330 | 2019-06-20 16:14:14 | 166.57 | 99% |
| 17664 | 2018-12-04 23:44:00 | 146.67 | 99% |
| 13698 | 2017-10-05 02:29:52 | 144.05 | 99% |