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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7271 | 2021-06-20 00:07:04 | 120.95 | 99% |
| 1715 | 2020-04-14 14:00:12 | 102.40 | 98% |
| 355 | 2020-03-13 05:29:04 | 79.91 | 97% |