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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11797 | 2020-11-13 20:01:54 | 83.91 | 96% |
| 7706 | 2020-03-31 17:07:51 | 85.72 | 97% |
| 4852 | 2020-03-08 16:34:21 | 87.27 | 97% |
| 1973 | 2019-11-11 16:56:36 | 78.86 | 97% |
| 1335 | 2019-11-04 16:36:12 | 61.75 | 95% |
| 1298 | 2019-11-04 02:21:38 | 57.48 | 94% |