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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4264 | 2020-04-24 00:50:46 | 129.52 | 96% |
| 3987 | 2020-04-20 22:11:37 | 132.52 | 96% |
| 3860 | 2020-04-19 02:12:48 | 137.50 | 98% |
| 3336 | 2020-04-06 05:28:20 | 143.96 | 99% |