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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17221 | 2019-04-13 10:23:21 | 138.01 | 99% |
| 12455 | 2018-04-10 23:23:04 | 155.77 | 99% |
| 12351 | 2018-04-07 07:53:48 | 153.61 | 99% |
| 7167 | 2017-11-12 23:04:53 | 140.72 | 99% |
| 5956 | 2017-10-14 09:13:11 | 142.20 | 98% |
| 5247 | 2017-10-04 06:23:59 | 149.33 | 99% |
| 4456 | 2017-09-25 10:50:03 | 158.76 | 100% |