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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11446 | 2022-02-24 10:45:33 | 116.50 | 96% |
| 3762 | 2017-11-02 22:24:46 | 109.20 | 95% |
| 3022 | 2017-09-25 15:49:48 | 94.19 | 93% |