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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8291 | 2019-02-24 19:58:27 | 159.28 | 98% |
| 4072 | 2018-02-25 17:21:10 | 140.66 | 99% |
| 3956 | 2018-02-24 15:09:59 | 135.22 | 98% |
| 3538 | 2018-02-14 21:15:18 | 122.10 | 98% |