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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1250 | 2018-02-05 10:06:14 | 42.37 | 95% |
| 691 | 2017-09-29 04:41:14 | 46.67 | 97% |
| 421 | 2017-09-06 04:06:13 | 43.86 | 96% |