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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1127 | 2017-10-14 03:06:31 | 109.93 | 98% |
| 1108 | 2017-10-09 00:03:07 | 113.65 | 98% |
| 1052 | 2017-09-23 00:49:59 | 116.08 | 98% |