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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2864 | 2018-03-03 00:05:43 | 126.08 | 98% |
| 2805 | 2018-02-28 03:01:23 | 119.68 | 99% |
| 235 | 2017-10-20 21:23:49 | 110.96 | 98% |