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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17944 | 2019-07-26 11:11:14 | 156.22 | 98% |
| 15571 | 2018-12-25 17:53:07 | 145.62 | 98% |
| 13282 | 2018-08-13 13:14:40 | 151.04 | 98% |
| 3497 | 2017-10-22 16:40:49 | 155.40 | 100% |