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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30540 | 2023-11-30 15:58:26 | 132.25 | 97.1% |
| 14071 | 2017-12-19 14:03:25 | 99.52 | 96% |
| 13943 | 2017-12-18 17:58:59 | 119.10 | 96% |
| 13576 | 2017-12-05 00:16:42 | 131.34 | 96% |