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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1387 | 2022-11-22 13:35:23 | 67.52 | 96% |
| 960 | 2022-11-13 04:34:58 | 76.57 | 97% |
| 846 | 2022-11-10 08:38:40 | 80.14 | 97% |