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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5088 | 2024-02-07 16:04:27 | 82.13 | 95.9% |
| 3640 | 2023-12-06 06:41:51 | 82.45 | 97.5% |
| 1881 | 2022-11-03 08:21:09 | 69.28 | 96% |