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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4887 | 2020-03-23 00:29:35 | 145.62 | 99% |
| 4336 | 2020-02-04 14:39:12 | 156.05 | 99% |
| 3938 | 2019-04-19 02:24:54 | 147.61 | 99% |
| 2259 | 2018-06-25 22:31:24 | 138.57 | 98% |
| 1289 | 2018-03-31 01:55:17 | 124.64 | 99% |