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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31599 | 2021-08-29 12:22:12 | 160.70 | 96% |
| 28170 | 2021-04-18 11:40:14 | 213.89 | 100% |
| 20371 | 2020-11-06 00:31:21 | 196.03 | 100% |
| 16168 | 2020-07-02 05:42:00 | 176.61 | 98% |
| 15156 | 2020-05-28 01:32:07 | 162.26 | 97% |