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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9219 | 2020-05-21 19:40:26 | 159.07 | 98% |
| 4716 | 2019-03-20 18:26:26 | 158.55 | 99% |
| 4715 | 2019-03-20 18:26:00 | 146.38 | 98% |