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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1294 | 2021-08-05 10:56:57 | 98.24 | 98% |
| 419 | 2021-05-11 08:26:34 | 68.01 | 95% |
| 169 | 2021-05-01 01:23:45 | 79.91 | 96% |