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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2022-06-01 05:05:06 | 61.19 | 96% |
| 299 | 2022-04-16 07:31:18 | 71.61 | 98% |
| 47 | 2022-01-13 16:16:39 | 47.29 | 96% |