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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6344 | 2024-01-04 15:19:01 | 119.60 | 98.5% |
| 5008 | 2021-11-27 12:21:39 | 101.24 | 99% |
| 4349 | 2021-05-18 07:40:26 | 106.32 | 98% |