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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1970 | 2023-04-21 19:47:11 | 61.04 | 94% |
| 1943 | 2023-04-17 02:13:28 | 50.85 | 93% |
| 1041 | 2020-09-16 05:32:45 | 57.09 | 95% |