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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4412 | 2020-03-03 20:30:53 | 84.16 | 97% |
| 3418 | 2020-02-01 22:10:51 | 70.30 | 96% |
| 2678 | 2018-11-23 17:37:47 | 53.36 | 93% |