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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3506 | 2019-06-17 11:45:44 | 88.09 | 96% |
| 764 | 2019-03-27 10:37:27 | 65.46 | 95% |
| 762 | 2019-03-27 10:35:24 | 66.61 | 95% |
| 9 | 2019-01-05 14:34:23 | 52.26 | 98% |