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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5618 | 2021-03-21 04:12:00 | 102.04 | 100% |
| 2366 | 2019-11-16 14:33:40 | 89.70 | 99% |
| 1888 | 2019-10-26 17:29:49 | 85.35 | 98% |