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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18747 | 2021-12-18 01:11:21 | 206.33 | 99% |
| 14575 | 2021-05-28 02:20:13 | 168.30 | 98% |
| 13606 | 2021-03-21 21:20:55 | 197.65 | 99% |
| 13605 | 2021-03-21 21:20:01 | 150.61 | 95% |