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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8741 | 2022-10-14 12:06:04 | 112.66 | 99% |
| 7697 | 2022-07-28 10:34:25 | 115.48 | 99% |
| 5854 | 2022-04-10 18:42:25 | 115.16 | 100% |