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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7604 | 2020-05-22 07:56:34 | 140.46 | 99% |
| 7346 | 2020-05-19 06:02:03 | 158.46 | 99% |
| 6309 | 2019-01-25 17:59:13 | 151.12 | 100% |
| 5519 | 2017-09-28 10:00:54 | 153.38 | 100% |