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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3375 | 2019-08-12 08:24:59 | 130.13 | 97% |
| 1364 | 2018-02-23 13:03:59 | 136.48 | 99% |
| 1045 | 2018-02-05 09:13:10 | 119.04 | 95% |