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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5143 | 2022-04-28 18:36:58 | 64.02 | 97% |
| 4950 | 2022-04-04 11:19:13 | 72.08 | 97% |
| 698 | 2021-06-20 12:20:01 | 63.15 | 96% |