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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10785 | 2020-09-17 23:05:30 | 101.48 | 99% |
| 7643 | 2020-05-26 00:03:35 | 87.40 | 95% |
| 3757 | 2020-03-27 21:05:36 | 76.26 | 95% |
| 2412 | 2020-03-17 22:38:01 | 84.70 | 97% |