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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11451 | 2018-12-04 08:20:14 | 164.40 | 100% |
| 11090 | 2018-11-28 08:19:32 | 143.23 | 99% |
| 10409 | 2018-11-16 08:42:11 | 136.46 | 99% |