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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4443 | 2022-07-02 08:14:46 | 72.44 | 94% |
| 4046 | 2022-05-07 07:12:17 | 86.12 | 97% |
| 3336 | 2022-04-02 08:06:57 | 74.91 | 95% |