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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8407 | 2021-05-07 17:52:20 | 124.96 | 99% |
| 3150 | 2020-04-28 00:47:06 | 111.28 | 97% |
| 1602 | 2020-03-23 00:29:41 | 114.82 | 98% |