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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4432 | 2018-07-02 10:49:19 | 54.26 | 96% |
| 4188 | 2018-06-18 15:26:22 | 56.28 | 100% |
| 4134 | 2018-06-18 03:51:22 | 52.85 | 99% |
| 2371 | 2018-03-14 02:59:33 | 50.50 | 97% |
| 1124 | 2018-02-24 14:07:58 | 38.10 | 99% |
| 851 | 2018-02-21 15:20:26 | 41.11 | 98% |