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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2021-10-22 09:44:58 | 65.32 | 94% |
| 980 | 2021-05-09 12:46:58 | 64.21 | 96% |
| 778 | 2021-04-04 12:58:58 | 66.59 | 94% |