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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 399 | 2021-01-03 04:26:38 | 68.65 | 96% |
| 282 | 2020-12-18 11:12:45 | 75.12 | 97% |
| 78 | 2020-11-22 05:44:30 | 64.44 | 97% |