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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19034 | 2020-01-04 23:35:15 | 178.17 | 99% |
| 16878 | 2019-08-02 05:00:09 | 146.04 | 98% |
| 12992 | 2019-02-15 16:22:46 | 152.20 | 99% |
| 11285 | 2019-01-16 06:20:42 | 169.95 | 100% |
| 8270 | 2018-12-14 15:20:45 | 169.56 | 100% |
| 6337 | 2018-11-27 14:51:32 | 149.39 | 98% |