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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16563 | 2021-03-11 00:09:08 | 62.13 | 99% |
| 13705 | 2020-11-18 17:44:19 | 74.86 | 97% |
| 6215 | 2019-02-02 23:59:16 | 72.40 | 99% |