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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5467 | 2021-09-01 09:04:46 | 96.34 | 98% |
| 3812 | 2021-06-20 17:50:30 | 90.19 | 97% |
| 1480 | 2021-03-13 19:55:45 | 85.47 | 98% |