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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3595 | 2021-01-29 20:42:09 | 86.15 | 98.2% |
| 1263 | 2019-10-10 06:18:47 | 75.47 | 97% |
| 471 | 2019-09-16 19:30:16 | 69.35 | 97% |