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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24127 | 2021-03-08 14:23:53 | 78.32 | 96% |
| 15333 | 2020-02-14 19:47:53 | 88.28 | 99% |
| 14210 | 2020-01-18 08:47:38 | 82.36 | 98% |
| 1651 | 2019-04-19 20:14:05 | 77.62 | 99% |