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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4602 | 2021-02-05 01:57:16 | 84.11 | 96.2% |
| 3444 | 2020-05-27 01:43:35 | 77.42 | 94% |
| 480 | 2019-09-22 16:37:59 | 73.15 | 94% |