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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3221 | 2021-08-10 04:38:03 | 65.90 | 97% |
| 150 | 2021-01-10 14:13:39 | 34.58 | 93% |
| 19 | 2021-01-09 18:57:03 | 43.06 | 95% |