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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3398 | 2023-07-03 05:46:17 | 94.62 | 99% |
| 2723 | 2023-02-07 16:20:07 | 97.08 | 99% |
| 1915 | 2022-12-19 03:40:29 | 75.81 | 98% |