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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11921 | 2018-03-19 00:35:30 | 102.53 | 99% |
| 9681 | 2018-02-08 00:38:40 | 93.06 | 98% |
| 9081 | 2018-01-31 05:57:48 | 88.12 | 98% |
| 5994 | 2017-12-30 00:49:38 | 91.87 | 98% |
| 3908 | 2017-12-13 21:32:37 | 89.05 | 98% |
| 1845 | 2017-11-28 04:44:55 | 85.87 | 98% |