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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7087 | 2021-05-14 01:40:15 | 129.14 | 98% |
| 6272 | 2021-04-11 00:52:57 | 136.54 | 99% |
| 6247 | 2021-04-09 18:41:31 | 137.58 | 100% |
| 5415 | 2021-03-15 17:46:34 | 130.74 | 99% |