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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3139 | 2019-03-08 13:40:34 | 81.90 | 99% |
| 2700 | 2019-02-15 01:46:58 | 69.98 | 97% |
| 1256 | 2018-12-05 19:16:23 | 68.29 | 98% |
| 290 | 2018-06-23 12:00:04 | 63.23 | 96% |