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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5168 | 2020-07-12 06:23:19 | 75.15 | 97% |
| 3189 | 2019-01-27 13:07:01 | 73.53 | 97% |
| 3011 | 2019-01-03 09:33:06 | 72.87 | 99% |
| 1368 | 2018-06-04 18:49:57 | 68.11 | 96% |