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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6908 | 2020-12-02 03:00:47 | 87.60 | 96% |
| 4430 | 2020-05-22 04:47:36 | 68.75 | 95% |
| 4255 | 2020-05-20 18:25:44 | 84.03 | 98% |