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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22069 | 2021-09-24 11:43:44 | 102.18 | 98% |
| 12168 | 2020-11-04 11:09:34 | 92.93 | 99% |
| 2277 | 2020-05-16 17:51:49 | 79.04 | 96% |
| 1527 | 2020-05-09 23:53:47 | 65.28 | 95% |