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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6221 | 2019-11-20 22:56:41 | 96.18 | 98% |
| 6135 | 2019-11-11 22:01:43 | 93.31 | 98% |
| 4860 | 2019-04-17 13:07:40 | 93.67 | 98% |
| 4111 | 2019-04-01 00:29:53 | 88.64 | 97% |
| 2303 | 2018-12-03 22:03:18 | 92.79 | 98% |