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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1868 | 2022-01-16 16:43:47 | 65.64 | 97% |
| 1855 | 2022-01-16 16:26:17 | 55.36 | 95% |
| 1789 | 2022-01-10 13:14:08 | 70.03 | 97% |