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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5627 | 2019-09-22 18:17:33 | 92.19 | 95% |
| 5078 | 2019-08-21 17:21:20 | 95.10 | 96% |
| 1574 | 2018-07-08 14:55:07 | 95.21 | 98% |