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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11262 | 2019-08-31 04:05:48 | 97.55 | 98% |
| 11243 | 2019-08-28 00:32:19 | 95.91 | 98% |
| 10112 | 2019-05-28 03:50:44 | 99.96 | 100% |
| 3222 | 2018-03-07 02:45:04 | 71.28 | 96% |
| 270 | 2018-01-25 22:23:30 | 51.26 | 93% |