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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5039 | 2020-05-08 13:23:48 | 139.58 | 98% |
| 4929 | 2020-05-06 20:31:18 | 140.52 | 99% |
| 2582 | 2020-03-17 03:08:00 | 151.68 | 100% |
| 2539 | 2020-03-15 02:20:22 | 136.59 | 98% |