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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2018-02-13 20:53:57 | 99.54 | 96% |
| 1172 | 2018-02-13 20:42:29 | 94.61 | 98% |
| 771 | 2018-01-23 18:53:42 | 95.03 | 97% |