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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7260 | 2018-08-07 22:20:24 | 123.32 | 98% |
| 5064 | 2018-05-25 13:56:27 | 135.78 | 99% |
| 4151 | 2018-05-20 22:07:17 | 117.54 | 97% |