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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4534 | 2020-02-12 18:00:18 | 151.30 | 99% |
| 4521 | 2020-02-11 23:58:40 | 144.54 | 98% |
| 4023 | 2019-05-24 20:08:11 | 159.88 | 100% |
| 3783 | 2019-03-12 18:49:44 | 144.68 | 98% |