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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2420 | 2021-05-13 21:28:13 | 85.88 | 96% |
| 1891 | 2020-03-13 20:10:09 | 82.54 | 97% |
| 1350 | 2018-03-27 23:23:19 | 93.47 | 97% |