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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1988 | 2021-03-16 05:50:03 | 85.39 | 97% |
| 1874 | 2021-02-22 16:27:17 | 88.04 | 99% |
| 1369 | 2021-01-30 12:10:06 | 98.22 | 97.6% |