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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18093 | 2019-01-10 15:38:30 | 94.25 | 98% |
| 16846 | 2018-09-25 23:23:27 | 93.20 | 97% |
| 14822 | 2018-07-28 14:34:25 | 99.66 | 97% |
| 14815 | 2018-07-28 14:27:48 | 99.69 | 98% |