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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7501 | 2019-03-14 10:01:31 | 78.16 | 97% |
| 5459 | 2019-01-08 09:25:07 | 82.85 | 97% |
| 4408 | 2018-11-28 09:27:20 | 70.22 | 96% |
| 1134 | 2018-07-06 02:52:28 | 65.64 | 97% |