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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2379 | 2019-01-25 15:18:32 | 86.50 | 99% |
| 2305 | 2019-01-23 18:04:22 | 84.80 | 98% |
| 882 | 2018-10-08 17:58:23 | 75.75 | 99% |