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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18325 | 2019-11-22 18:55:47 | 121.25 | 99% |
| 18019 | 2019-07-22 21:37:29 | 122.68 | 99% |
| 17969 | 2019-07-22 19:42:56 | 127.65 | 98% |
| 17544 | 2019-07-10 00:36:02 | 127.36 | 98% |
| 16989 | 2019-05-22 18:21:55 | 116.19 | 99% |
| 13993 | 2018-04-26 23:09:59 | 117.04 | 98% |
| 13780 | 2018-04-03 18:39:01 | 107.80 | 97% |
| 12784 | 2018-01-23 18:53:39 | 107.42 | 99% |