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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1782 | 2018-06-01 13:27:26 | 96.12 | 98% |
| 1156 | 2018-02-03 08:28:12 | 97.32 | 97% |
| 779 | 2017-11-18 04:38:36 | 110.74 | 99% |