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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2267 | 2018-08-03 16:17:08 | 81.95 | 98% |
| 1392 | 2018-01-04 09:50:37 | 73.77 | 97% |
| 961 | 2017-12-13 10:59:32 | 74.19 | 98% |
| 372 | 2017-09-13 15:48:19 | 61.45 | 97% |