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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2023-08-29 12:08:16 | 86.07 | 98.2% |
| 1438 | 2023-08-23 18:18:59 | 85.56 | 96.9% |
| 664 | 2023-06-14 17:41:14 | 75.29 | 96.6% |