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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18321 | 2018-12-08 04:25:43 | 155.49 | 99% |
| 17967 | 2018-11-16 07:11:16 | 134.85 | 99% |
| 16488 | 2017-12-13 08:43:42 | 154.75 | 100% |
| 15879 | 2017-10-17 07:57:22 | 146.11 | 100% |