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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3974 | 2020-07-30 11:40:42 | 93.76 | 98% |
| 3118 | 2020-02-24 05:12:50 | 90.24 | 97% |
| 291 | 2018-05-16 04:46:38 | 56.21 | 97% |