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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9746 | 2018-09-05 02:58:17 | 80.46 | 97% |
| 3738 | 2018-06-02 08:48:46 | 67.63 | 98% |
| 3260 | 2018-05-30 03:05:43 | 67.57 | 96% |
| 1312 | 2018-05-19 16:08:20 | 70.38 | 99% |
| 377 | 2018-05-12 06:28:15 | 69.59 | 97% |