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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21412 | 2021-04-06 16:25:09 | 127.04 | 99% |
| 14635 | 2021-02-13 06:22:15 | 127.81 | 98.5% |
| 6980 | 2020-12-29 04:30:51 | 113.45 | 97% |
| 6269 | 2020-07-03 22:31:16 | 108.96 | 98% |