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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4189 | 2021-07-08 14:29:24 | 112.37 | 99% |
| 3011 | 2021-01-17 09:16:42 | 106.21 | 97% |
| 2508 | 2020-12-12 05:02:45 | 89.86 | 97% |
| 2324 | 2020-11-04 07:39:31 | 106.41 | 98% |
| 2258 | 2020-11-04 03:23:36 | 101.43 | 97% |