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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10499 | 2019-09-05 13:55:47 | 75.28 | 98% |
| 9416 | 2019-07-19 13:48:45 | 63.12 | 99% |
| 6523 | 2019-04-03 20:00:35 | 62.27 | 98% |
| 6522 | 2019-04-03 19:59:34 | 88.70 | 98% |
| 6495 | 2019-04-03 18:22:05 | 60.81 | 97% |
| 5669 | 2019-03-04 19:31:46 | 61.72 | 97% |
| 2420 | 2018-07-27 17:42:21 | 101.35 | 98% |
| 717 | 2018-05-11 14:03:02 | 116.46 | 99% |