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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7750 | 2021-08-05 18:01:36 | 68.09 | 95% |
| 6114 | 2021-05-31 16:44:40 | 77.14 | 97% |
| 5219 | 2021-04-25 19:11:03 | 79.38 | 95% |