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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2422 | 2019-01-09 22:12:01 | 117.45 | 100% |
| 1676 | 2018-04-12 18:54:21 | 122.12 | 100% |
| 1627 | 2018-04-07 20:58:47 | 107.31 | 98% |
| 985 | 2018-03-08 12:18:23 | 96.87 | 98% |
| 511 | 2017-09-30 23:17:57 | 104.32 | 97% |