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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7944 | 2021-05-22 14:57:12 | 114.62 | 97% |
| 7828 | 2021-05-18 02:08:18 | 101.96 | 98% |
| 7332 | 2021-04-28 11:02:48 | 94.49 | 96% |
| 2151 | 2018-02-25 06:43:40 | 79.56 | 96% |