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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4019 | 2019-05-11 10:51:18 | 79.57 | 98% |
| 2692 | 2019-03-21 11:27:34 | 79.00 | 99% |
| 1392 | 2019-02-12 02:09:00 | 70.55 | 97% |
| 600 | 2019-01-10 10:33:44 | 69.76 | 97% |