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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4560 | 2021-06-01 09:05:20 | 151.85 | 99% |
| 3387 | 2021-05-11 16:50:57 | 158.19 | 100% |
| 496 | 2019-10-13 10:32:49 | 128.65 | 98% |