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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 762 | 2023-03-17 05:19:42 | 79.85 | 95% |
| 104 | 2020-01-04 06:20:17 | 58.76 | 94% |
| 98 | 2020-01-04 06:10:03 | 66.22 | 95% |