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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33346 | 2018-08-27 12:51:32 | 138.82 | 98% |
| 32378 | 2018-08-13 13:14:41 | 138.77 | 99% |
| 31354 | 2018-07-31 14:55:05 | 142.10 | 98% |
| 29335 | 2018-07-12 13:21:46 | 125.36 | 98% |
| 25994 | 2018-05-22 16:04:42 | 141.15 | 98% |
| 24796 | 2018-05-02 17:29:10 | 124.14 | 97% |
| 23959 | 2018-04-23 14:23:47 | 148.63 | 99% |
| 23053 | 2018-04-04 16:15:43 | 153.15 | 98% |
| 18935 | 2018-02-23 17:50:55 | 127.37 | 98% |
| 14652 | 2018-01-18 19:43:53 | 115.24 | 97% |
| 14187 | 2018-01-16 21:18:38 | 132.67 | 98% |
| 1209 | 2017-10-26 14:04:03 | 116.71 | 98% |
| 901 | 2017-10-24 14:25:13 | 139.80 | 99% |