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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1978 | 2023-08-28 04:34:31 | 53.16 | 95.3% |
| 274 | 2021-06-24 14:06:00 | 47.64 | 95% |
| 113 | 2021-05-04 08:04:30 | 29.06 | 95% |