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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2017-09-19 07:21:32 | 175.90 | 99% |
| 1236 | 2017-09-19 06:15:37 | 173.35 | 98% |
| 1035 | 2017-09-17 04:22:46 | 146.23 | 97% |
| 277 | 2017-09-07 22:42:47 | 154.90 | 98% |