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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10402 | 2021-01-14 03:47:14 | 104.05 | 98% |
| 5674 | 2018-11-04 16:19:49 | 95.65 | 99% |
| 2236 | 2018-01-13 17:29:07 | 83.13 | 97% |