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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40023 | 2017-12-29 05:33:06 | 153.17 | 99% |
| 38547 | 2017-12-13 08:43:41 | 160.31 | 99% |
| 34332 | 2017-11-07 02:28:22 | 152.44 | 99% |
| 34209 | 2017-11-06 00:12:27 | 149.85 | 98% |
| 33491 | 2017-11-02 14:11:11 | 142.70 | 98% |
| 27834 | 2017-10-10 16:17:00 | 146.19 | 99% |
| 26429 | 2017-10-05 02:29:56 | 122.96 | 96% |
| 23576 | 2017-09-26 02:31:56 | 139.79 | 99% |
| 7459 | 2017-09-08 22:25:24 | 140.49 | 98% |
| 511 | 2017-09-01 02:19:00 | 148.75 | 98% |