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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7465 | 2018-10-14 09:10:18 | 69.28 | 97% |
| 6955 | 2018-09-01 09:10:21 | 69.09 | 96% |
| 1446 | 2018-01-05 18:51:17 | 69.86 | 98% |