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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12369 | 2018-12-22 16:21:04 | 114.55 | 97% |
| 11065 | 2018-10-25 20:38:12 | 97.56 | 96% |
| 10563 | 2018-10-09 14:39:52 | 95.89 | 96% |
| 8848 | 2018-06-20 18:11:58 | 89.79 | 96% |
| 2327 | 2017-10-17 07:01:44 | 94.77 | 97% |
| 2051 | 2017-10-11 16:33:51 | 80.80 | 96% |