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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3458 | 2018-01-01 14:57:02 | 75.31 | 98% |
| 3409 | 2017-12-30 18:11:36 | 77.68 | 98% |
| 1148 | 2017-10-07 19:04:51 | 66.43 | 96% |