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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8406 | 2021-08-15 13:18:23 | 87.33 | 98% |
| 5629 | 2021-06-13 08:22:18 | 88.57 | 98% |
| 419 | 2018-11-22 08:52:55 | 40.06 | 95% |