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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1931 | 2023-10-24 10:35:17 | 55.79 | 96.5% |
| 910 | 2017-12-01 17:13:42 | 53.77 | 97% |
| 819 | 2017-11-18 18:04:01 | 54.87 | 97% |