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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1538 | 2021-04-06 18:15:08 | 89.34 | 97% |
| 1246 | 2021-03-21 11:26:06 | 87.32 | 96% |
| 135 | 2021-02-19 18:30:25 | 83.89 | 97.9% |