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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18754 | 2020-05-30 22:14:30 | 181.79 | 100% |
| 8308 | 2020-01-23 04:28:00 | 162.33 | 100% |
| 3922 | 2019-12-17 17:21:06 | 155.53 | 100% |
| 1993 | 2019-09-21 17:48:17 | 151.23 | 99% |