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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10292 | 2020-03-27 15:59:01 | 111.12 | 98% |
| 10176 | 2020-02-25 16:42:32 | 115.03 | 98% |
| 6749 | 2019-03-20 15:44:51 | 115.09 | 99% |
| 5859 | 2019-02-15 16:22:54 | 109.17 | 98% |
| 4059 | 2018-12-06 11:21:58 | 121.25 | 98% |
| 136 | 2018-08-30 09:18:28 | 110.40 | 99% |