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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17099 | 2020-06-19 02:32:21 | 173.72 | 98% |
| 12903 | 2019-07-15 04:21:59 | 137.64 | 98% |
| 12675 | 2019-07-12 18:10:22 | 131.44 | 97% |
| 9566 | 2018-11-11 04:53:48 | 139.80 | 97% |
| 9207 | 2018-10-26 21:36:26 | 173.38 | 100% |
| 8826 | 2018-10-11 03:02:46 | 161.00 | 99% |
| 2668 | 2018-01-07 16:02:17 | 159.85 | 99% |