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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8710 | 2019-01-17 13:27:51 | 124.55 | 98% |
| 6311 | 2018-09-12 16:55:43 | 134.90 | 97% |
| 5953 | 2018-08-24 23:04:39 | 172.51 | 100% |
| 3518 | 2018-04-11 02:08:57 | 148.65 | 99% |
| 2051 | 2018-03-02 00:56:25 | 163.13 | 98% |
| 1393 | 2018-01-22 23:05:36 | 126.15 | 97% |