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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8520 | 2019-03-13 00:10:02 | 85.71 | 97% |
| 8181 | 2019-02-23 23:48:23 | 80.08 | 96% |
| 6212 | 2018-11-02 04:46:11 | 75.56 | 96% |
| 6166 | 2018-10-31 01:50:07 | 80.95 | 98% |