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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4968 | 2019-09-02 10:44:51 | 93.99 | 100% |
| 3762 | 2019-07-13 17:26:57 | 74.25 | 96% |
| 2459 | 2019-02-14 18:03:02 | 71.40 | 96% |
| 1497 | 2018-12-03 14:14:12 | 66.91 | 97% |
| 768 | 2018-09-23 04:28:00 | 65.27 | 97% |