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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2490 | 2020-04-26 20:32:40 | 93.84 | 98% |
| 2024 | 2020-04-21 22:53:32 | 92.44 | 95% |
| 1701 | 2020-04-16 11:45:48 | 75.65 | 96% |