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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3422 | 2021-05-20 13:57:23 | 97.27 | 98% |
| 1931 | 2021-05-11 09:34:01 | 80.01 | 98% |
| 969 | 2021-05-06 18:43:32 | 89.33 | 99% |