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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10287 | 2021-11-14 20:18:34 | 120.91 | 100% |
| 9233 | 2020-11-28 17:42:50 | 111.28 | 98% |
| 6402 | 2019-07-18 14:54:01 | 90.54 | 97% |
| 6087 | 2019-07-09 16:24:46 | 107.53 | 98% |
| 635 | 2018-06-28 08:26:11 | 72.39 | 97% |