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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 97531 | 2019-05-17 02:45:48 | 129.28 | 97% |
| 93934 | 2019-04-07 01:39:43 | 112.19 | 97% |
| 93137 | 2019-04-04 04:56:19 | 144.28 | 99% |
| 88860 | 2019-02-27 06:09:00 | 122.53 | 98% |
| 88013 | 2019-02-23 22:03:26 | 122.95 | 98% |
| 87165 | 2019-02-20 20:34:43 | 115.30 | 97% |
| 77675 | 2018-10-03 21:29:45 | 114.16 | 97% |
| 73068 | 2018-08-09 02:10:19 | 126.32 | 99% |
| 72407 | 2018-07-31 14:55:07 | 130.51 | 100% |
| 68856 | 2018-07-03 21:29:07 | 134.09 | 99% |
| 67272 | 2018-06-21 22:05:29 | 128.82 | 98% |
| 61252 | 2017-12-06 02:11:02 | 149.74 | 99% |
| 59701 | 2017-11-14 19:51:25 | 127.62 | 99% |
| 56686 | 2017-10-12 02:38:05 | 137.10 | 100% |
| 53434 | 2017-09-06 00:14:08 | 149.19 | 100% |