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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6694 | 2018-07-21 19:57:13 | 109.29 | 98% |
| 2504 | 2018-02-22 00:03:37 | 99.09 | 99% |
| 1951 | 2018-02-01 22:15:07 | 94.93 | 97% |
| 365 | 2017-10-25 02:31:46 | 114.22 | 99% |