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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3685 | 2018-05-02 17:29:07 | 140.81 | 99% |
| 3536 | 2018-04-22 06:25:28 | 130.38 | 98% |
| 2523 | 2018-03-10 18:00:52 | 132.90 | 98% |