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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16087 | 2019-05-31 20:11:07 | 72.67 | 97% |
| 14232 | 2018-10-08 16:30:07 | 73.38 | 98% |
| 10336 | 2018-07-06 14:37:23 | 64.41 | 96% |
| 10245 | 2018-07-05 08:22:37 | 69.07 | 98% |
| 7168 | 2018-03-24 22:14:12 | 67.81 | 96% |
| 3386 | 2018-01-25 07:01:45 | 68.72 | 99% |
| 3000 | 2018-01-22 15:24:22 | 67.83 | 98% |
| 2842 | 2018-01-20 19:01:11 | 66.28 | 96% |
| 1861 | 2018-01-10 06:05:39 | 58.52 | 95% |
| 1690 | 2018-01-08 14:53:25 | 57.72 | 96% |