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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5138 | 2020-10-19 13:15:12 | 94.67 | 97% |
| 3023 | 2020-04-21 22:04:50 | 106.69 | 97% |
| 2543 | 2018-11-14 21:08:42 | 99.76 | 97% |
| 1174 | 2018-02-24 23:13:20 | 81.56 | 96% |