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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2336 | 2018-08-31 07:38:38 | 126.21 | 99% |
| 2208 | 2018-08-10 04:54:53 | 126.15 | 99% |
| 1239 | 2018-05-21 12:55:01 | 109.81 | 98% |