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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2017-11-02 22:14:16 | 80.04 | 99% |
| 887 | 2017-11-02 14:20:08 | 76.23 | 98% |
| 90 | 2017-10-12 18:07:43 | 62.11 | 97% |