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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13140 | 2019-04-13 10:23:25 | 117.83 | 99% |
| 12100 | 2018-12-01 10:16:37 | 132.91 | 100% |
| 11995 | 2018-11-25 23:44:25 | 112.54 | 98% |
| 7037 | 2018-02-27 23:05:58 | 121.79 | 100% |
| 6614 | 2018-02-09 14:26:44 | 115.42 | 98% |
| 4130 | 2017-11-02 14:11:22 | 92.06 | 97% |