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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5231 | 2019-06-07 07:58:58 | 90.75 | 98% |
| 3932 | 2019-03-23 03:18:35 | 83.28 | 97% |
| 1342 | 2018-10-30 00:19:21 | 89.74 | 98% |