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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1146 | 2022-10-01 12:40:06 | 46.39 | 92% |
| 557 | 2022-08-25 22:03:32 | 41.74 | 93% |
| 189 | 2022-05-18 18:38:40 | 31.53 | 91% |