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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3450 | 2021-10-25 04:50:18 | 59.76 | 97% |
| 3334 | 2021-10-20 08:15:19 | 57.27 | 95% |
| 346 | 2021-01-09 14:37:30 | 30.03 | 94% |