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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4810 | 2019-07-03 06:35:11 | 113.25 | 98% |
| 3935 | 2019-06-22 20:17:22 | 112.80 | 100% |
| 3414 | 2019-06-16 20:28:09 | 111.46 | 100% |