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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9482 | 2019-11-26 13:27:15 | 109.49 | 97% |
| 5744 | 2019-02-13 14:48:05 | 125.69 | 99% |
| 2714 | 2018-11-05 15:49:42 | 113.87 | 99% |
| 514 | 2018-09-04 08:17:18 | 109.69 | 97% |