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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8658 | 2021-04-13 23:50:38 | 111.30 | 98% |
| 4471 | 2020-08-28 23:24:58 | 108.78 | 98% |
| 3569 | 2020-07-30 13:05:52 | 95.15 | 96% |