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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12470 | 2021-05-28 16:02:14 | 166.03 | 99% |
| 6488 | 2021-03-26 12:13:15 | 174.18 | 100% |
| 720 | 2017-10-10 11:56:40 | 146.81 | 98% |