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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3354 | 2022-04-21 18:08:29 | 78.51 | 100% |
| 2403 | 2019-10-28 22:50:02 | 73.27 | 98% |
| 573 | 2018-12-11 16:33:33 | 59.83 | 97% |