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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17234 | 2020-01-15 02:30:35 | 88.25 | 98% |
| 15780 | 2019-06-02 00:36:18 | 88.62 | 99% |
| 13446 | 2018-01-18 00:39:16 | 80.43 | 98% |