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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2276 | 2020-03-19 12:24:18 | 82.99 | 98% |
| 2261 | 2020-03-19 09:48:33 | 83.51 | 98% |
| 1395 | 2019-02-12 21:12:49 | 70.02 | 97% |
| 240 | 2018-12-15 13:20:12 | 66.24 | 97% |