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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6077 | 2021-04-03 18:09:03 | 119.50 | 98% |
| 5822 | 2021-02-16 16:10:34 | 118.80 | 98.1% |
| 5766 | 2020-12-28 19:24:56 | 130.66 | 99% |
| 4643 | 2020-11-13 19:47:28 | 115.91 | 98% |