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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2848 | 2018-05-07 10:20:14 | 82.69 | 95% |
| 1081 | 2018-04-14 15:00:06 | 76.20 | 96% |
| 660 | 2018-04-05 03:17:35 | 82.30 | 98% |