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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8288 | 2021-01-02 01:32:20 | 83.86 | 96% |
| 6701 | 2019-08-09 23:25:03 | 97.91 | 97% |
| 6212 | 2019-07-20 23:29:46 | 94.11 | 97% |
| 5250 | 2019-06-18 00:53:44 | 100.86 | 97% |