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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8760 | 2018-07-06 12:28:43 | 89.55 | 98% |
| 4259 | 2018-01-21 12:03:20 | 91.28 | 99% |
| 2380 | 2017-11-02 03:14:12 | 84.51 | 98% |