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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3310 | 2022-03-14 10:24:57 | 104.01 | 98% |
| 2564 | 2022-03-02 23:38:41 | 108.03 | 97% |
| 2096 | 2022-02-27 13:17:50 | 117.56 | 100% |