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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9949 | 2020-06-22 02:54:50 | 98.54 | 97% |
| 9493 | 2020-05-10 18:07:13 | 97.13 | 96% |
| 6753 | 2019-03-15 03:16:51 | 112.21 | 99% |
| 1795 | 2017-10-04 22:21:31 | 86.65 | 97% |