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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3424 | 2021-01-27 06:33:02 | 144.59 | 100% |
| 1544 | 2018-07-11 04:54:35 | 85.45 | 95% |
| 1429 | 2018-06-17 02:01:40 | 89.54 | 96% |
| 1020 | 2018-05-02 01:31:15 | 92.02 | 97% |
| 733 | 2018-04-11 03:00:29 | 82.64 | 96% |
| 665 | 2018-04-02 23:14:39 | 80.56 | 96% |