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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2584 | 2018-05-05 15:57:58 | 65.62 | 97% |
| 2376 | 2018-03-27 16:41:28 | 68.99 | 98% |
| 1963 | 2017-10-12 20:23:18 | 63.34 | 96% |