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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8120 | 2020-04-21 17:53:55 | 75.74 | 98% |
| 5072 | 2018-02-22 17:25:52 | 74.05 | 97% |
| 4052 | 2018-01-17 18:11:13 | 67.96 | 96% |
| 3772 | 2018-01-12 23:21:20 | 72.28 | 97% |
| 1505 | 2017-10-24 10:20:59 | 71.01 | 98% |