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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1216 | 2021-03-24 16:55:55 | 59.97 | 97% |
| 1151 | 2021-03-15 16:48:15 | 47.34 | 97% |
| 474 | 2018-05-24 14:09:03 | 52.98 | 97% |