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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21878 | 2019-07-20 19:43:10 | 96.08 | 98% |
| 20916 | 2019-06-10 23:47:38 | 98.27 | 99% |
| 19670 | 2019-04-11 16:30:36 | 89.28 | 97% |