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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11471 | 2019-07-29 19:44:17 | 137.21 | 98% |
| 10669 | 2019-07-19 13:10:34 | 154.21 | 98% |
| 8826 | 2018-09-05 19:13:30 | 142.53 | 98% |
| 5974 | 2018-04-18 22:41:45 | 133.83 | 98% |
| 4844 | 2018-03-12 02:21:36 | 150.82 | 98% |