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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2556 | 2021-11-30 14:30:07 | 68.25 | 97% |
| 902 | 2021-08-13 05:49:13 | 50.60 | 93% |
| 364 | 2021-07-25 12:48:13 | 61.38 | 94% |