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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28555 | 2019-08-28 22:40:35 | 100.32 | 95% |
| 21061 | 2017-10-31 22:45:24 | 84.99 | 96% |
| 19602 | 2017-09-18 23:11:35 | 86.63 | 97% |
| 18768 | 2017-08-31 17:15:17 | 83.34 | 96% |