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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9043 | 2020-01-02 09:56:45 | 92.81 | 99% |
| 6694 | 2019-02-07 06:02:20 | 85.41 | 98% |
| 4866 | 2018-12-14 09:28:36 | 81.69 | 98% |
| 49 | 2018-04-26 09:19:52 | 51.82 | 98% |