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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2799 | 2021-02-17 18:02:05 | 67.05 | 97.2% |
| 1517 | 2021-02-03 09:12:13 | 73.33 | 97.9% |
| 87 | 2017-09-22 22:37:43 | 48.61 | 95% |