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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11213 | 2018-01-23 14:42:01 | 114.07 | 96% |
| 9951 | 2017-12-30 17:03:45 | 110.43 | 98% |
| 4404 | 2017-10-26 04:43:59 | 132.79 | 98% |