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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11790 | 2020-04-17 23:49:42 | 84.77 | 97% |
| 10036 | 2020-03-08 16:34:22 | 84.98 | 97% |
| 7142 | 2020-02-01 02:06:50 | 75.33 | 98% |
| 1806 | 2019-10-31 14:08:29 | 74.50 | 97% |