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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3362 | 2021-03-14 16:48:25 | 72.84 | 96% |
| 2977 | 2021-03-11 16:46:30 | 71.62 | 97% |
| 2901 | 2021-03-11 10:21:24 | 68.01 | 97% |