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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15734 | 2022-03-24 16:52:39 | 123.57 | 98% |
| 12178 | 2020-06-14 09:00:58 | 116.77 | 98% |
| 6291 | 2019-11-11 10:27:15 | 106.48 | 98% |
| 3657 | 2019-07-20 14:35:48 | 121.14 | 99% |