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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2020-02-18 14:36:46 | 71.21 | 96% |
| 2495 | 2020-02-18 09:43:26 | 68.36 | 96% |
| 1838 | 2020-02-05 14:24:47 | 72.43 | 98% |