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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8816 | 2020-12-19 21:49:23 | 83.48 | 98% |
| 8609 | 2020-12-17 04:00:29 | 85.57 | 98% |
| 8332 | 2020-12-08 04:54:28 | 82.76 | 96% |
| 2379 | 2020-09-03 06:54:45 | 47.46 | 96% |