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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10832 | 2020-06-17 20:13:49 | 94.44 | 98% |
| 8091 | 2020-04-03 17:29:44 | 85.62 | 97% |
| 7950 | 2020-04-02 17:41:25 | 70.98 | 96% |
| 7454 | 2020-03-29 19:21:02 | 70.60 | 96% |
| 6362 | 2020-03-18 18:29:02 | 80.43 | 97% |
| 4410 | 2020-03-05 20:03:46 | 56.69 | 94% |