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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1305 | 2018-01-10 19:25:22 | 70.48 | 98% |
| 919 | 2017-12-21 01:39:04 | 74.56 | 98% |
| 55 | 2017-10-14 12:08:50 | 60.04 | 96% |