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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3289 | 2018-06-19 05:46:46 | 70.56 | 99% |
| 1167 | 2018-01-15 12:51:18 | 66.85 | 99% |
| 750 | 2017-12-30 11:04:31 | 56.94 | 97% |
| 78 | 2017-12-08 05:29:25 | 53.05 | 99% |