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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1521 | 2021-09-09 18:41:44 | 71.74 | 94% |
| 901 | 2021-07-01 01:23:17 | 69.35 | 96% |
| 878 | 2021-06-30 22:35:19 | 66.26 | 95% |