She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11975 | 2020-10-26 07:04:49 | 78.98 | 99% |
| 9609 | 2020-06-17 08:52:31 | 74.94 | 98% |
| 564 | 2018-06-05 05:17:48 | 49.73 | 98% |
| 262 | 2018-05-23 08:45:08 | 51.68 | 97% |