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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12461 | 2018-07-27 16:27:06 | 148.00 | 98% |
| 12350 | 2018-07-26 14:02:46 | 145.58 | 98% |
| 12026 | 2018-07-23 15:04:57 | 153.12 | 100% |
| 11792 | 2018-07-21 19:57:07 | 140.33 | 98% |
| 5546 | 2017-10-24 14:25:11 | 159.75 | 99% |
| 4078 | 2017-10-19 17:38:25 | 146.28 | 100% |
| 3194 | 2017-10-12 22:06:56 | 137.88 | 98% |