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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1837 | 2022-11-30 13:00:22 | 81.45 | 97% |
| 1350 | 2022-09-28 06:02:35 | 79.17 | 97% |
| 323 | 2022-06-18 06:08:33 | 86.77 | 96% |