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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2021-03-05 22:29:22 | 90.15 | 98% |
| 589 | 2021-02-21 11:57:08 | 90.39 | 97.1% |
| 349 | 2021-02-16 22:08:32 | 83.97 | 97.8% |