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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2018-05-01 09:00:05 | 128.33 | 99% |
| 2095 | 2018-04-26 16:23:44 | 123.49 | 98% |
| 1926 | 2018-04-16 13:00:30 | 109.51 | 97% |