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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7692 | 2021-11-14 11:06:35 | 85.61 | 95% |
| 6330 | 2021-06-27 19:16:52 | 82.92 | 96% |
| 5036 | 2021-05-15 04:06:56 | 76.57 | 95% |