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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9115 | 2021-12-17 20:18:03 | 75.83 | 96% |
| 6838 | 2021-05-03 20:35:00 | 88.21 | 96% |
| 4537 | 2021-02-21 17:01:17 | 75.27 | 95.1% |
| 2350 | 2020-12-16 16:32:32 | 81.21 | 95% |