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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4088 | 2021-11-09 02:07:23 | 97.80 | 98% |
| 4086 | 2021-11-09 02:04:16 | 93.53 | 95% |
| 1638 | 2019-03-18 04:19:57 | 65.34 | 96% |