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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2614 | 2021-03-03 06:41:09 | 91.32 | 97.3% |
| 1080 | 2020-11-06 08:01:58 | 68.87 | 95% |
| 128 | 2020-10-09 03:35:37 | 38.15 | 93% |