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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7711 | 2020-04-13 06:43:15 | 96.09 | 98% |
| 6503 | 2019-08-19 22:24:07 | 93.18 | 99% |
| 2917 | 2018-04-29 20:15:36 | 93.38 | 99% |
| 749 | 2017-12-02 16:09:32 | 64.33 | 95% |