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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1915 | 2020-05-19 01:44:41 | 51.17 | 94% |
| 1658 | 2020-05-09 23:53:53 | 57.51 | 96% |
| 1238 | 2020-04-18 15:06:48 | 58.38 | 97% |