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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4948 | 2019-12-15 00:23:38 | 98.36 | 100% |
| 3612 | 2018-12-13 06:20:28 | 77.65 | 99% |
| 2566 | 2018-10-27 22:38:14 | 75.14 | 98% |
| 2106 | 2018-10-13 05:48:37 | 70.34 | 99% |