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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24849 | 2019-05-02 19:35:50 | 107.95 | 97% |
| 22824 | 2019-01-07 22:55:42 | 112.31 | 98% |
| 14531 | 2018-03-24 15:08:35 | 108.83 | 97% |
| 11147 | 2018-01-06 16:35:46 | 113.10 | 99% |
| 6033 | 2017-08-28 15:16:40 | 98.71 | 96% |