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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9939 | 2019-09-02 23:46:24 | 91.00 | 96% |
| 9260 | 2019-06-25 16:58:36 | 74.82 | 96% |
| 7578 | 2018-03-15 18:37:16 | 74.29 | 96% |
| 6044 | 2017-08-31 16:18:42 | 72.21 | 95% |