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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7917 | 2018-12-15 17:45:02 | 105.66 | 96% |
| 7736 | 2018-12-11 15:58:17 | 103.85 | 97% |
| 7421 | 2018-12-04 03:19:14 | 90.67 | 96% |
| 5055 | 2018-06-25 17:35:42 | 99.04 | 96% |
| 2209 | 2018-01-20 19:01:00 | 89.94 | 97% |
| 1074 | 2017-12-15 19:43:17 | 71.44 | 94% |
| 634 | 2017-12-01 18:27:39 | 76.19 | 95% |