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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64456 | 2020-12-03 14:15:08 | 67.67 | 97% |
| 61706 | 2020-04-09 15:30:25 | 73.43 | 97% |
| 60713 | 2020-02-11 14:27:29 | 78.83 | 98% |
| 57650 | 2019-09-08 12:13:54 | 70.32 | 97% |
| 49655 | 2018-09-30 09:23:20 | 65.99 | 96% |
| 40855 | 2017-12-09 12:20:32 | 69.00 | 97% |
| 40622 | 2017-11-27 14:51:39 | 68.60 | 97% |