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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3655 | 2021-12-17 16:39:09 | 93.03 | 98% |
| 2418 | 2019-05-19 09:51:12 | 92.54 | 97% |
| 2155 | 2018-11-25 16:14:32 | 76.11 | 95% |