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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18943 | 2020-02-11 18:35:45 | 81.21 | 100% |
| 18162 | 2019-11-18 09:06:10 | 80.80 | 100% |
| 17393 | 2019-06-13 17:03:58 | 86.96 | 98% |
| 15319 | 2019-02-11 12:04:16 | 76.96 | 100% |
| 14780 | 2018-12-19 08:23:53 | 82.87 | 99% |
| 14035 | 2018-10-11 04:33:48 | 83.34 | 99% |
| 11562 | 2018-07-09 12:42:35 | 84.63 | 100% |
| 9767 | 2018-04-11 04:52:59 | 76.04 | 98% |
| 4595 | 2017-09-01 07:44:07 | 65.37 | 96% |