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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8470 | 2019-12-15 01:01:33 | 154.82 | 98% |
| 7922 | 2019-11-28 22:31:07 | 102.87 | 95% |
| 7858 | 2019-11-26 20:45:00 | 133.62 | 98% |
| 3994 | 2019-06-06 01:43:59 | 122.80 | 98% |
| 1822 | 2017-11-04 02:53:17 | 137.40 | 99% |
| 1457 | 2017-09-22 23:55:33 | 134.93 | 100% |