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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4854 | 2021-09-19 04:23:07 | 61.69 | 97% |
| 3288 | 2021-04-04 11:34:13 | 54.32 | 96% |
| 2628 | 2021-01-18 14:20:16 | 42.81 | 96% |