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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 591 | 2022-07-07 03:49:49 | 69.17 | 96% |
| 541 | 2022-06-02 02:52:16 | 78.99 | 97% |
| 114 | 2021-12-17 04:38:27 | 77.51 | 97% |