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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2856 | 2019-12-30 14:19:58 | 94.49 | 98% |
| 2639 | 2019-01-12 11:19:02 | 107.49 | 98% |
| 136 | 2017-10-30 17:02:54 | 66.94 | 95% |