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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7219 | 2021-06-29 05:15:47 | 77.37 | 96% |
| 6521 | 2021-05-01 10:46:56 | 81.09 | 98% |
| 4305 | 2021-02-25 13:34:41 | 69.79 | 93.9% |