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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3372 | 2018-12-03 15:05:22 | 66.07 | 95% |
| 2798 | 2018-11-19 07:42:45 | 62.60 | 96% |
| 164 | 2018-09-16 13:00:00 | 48.62 | 94% |