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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5650 | 2019-05-07 00:24:04 | 195.65 | 100% |
| 1347 | 2019-01-06 21:40:14 | 166.95 | 98% |
| 948 | 2018-08-18 02:40:00 | 188.66 | 99% |