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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19742 | 2021-07-16 10:34:55 | 67.06 | 97% |
| 18458 | 2021-07-02 06:23:10 | 64.88 | 97% |
| 11038 | 2021-03-21 06:01:21 | 62.70 | 96% |
| 9680 | 2021-02-21 06:33:25 | 72.70 | 98.9% |