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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4192 | 2020-12-01 13:38:40 | 84.68 | 97% |
| 3718 | 2020-07-21 08:22:41 | 100.59 | 99% |
| 1634 | 2018-04-27 21:40:20 | 89.03 | 97% |