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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5517 | 2021-09-29 16:26:10 | 69.44 | 96% |
| 2051 | 2018-11-27 10:36:24 | 65.43 | 95% |
| 1701 | 2018-11-11 10:30:50 | 63.00 | 95% |