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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19756 | 2025-05-16 16:08:27 | 87.37 | 95.8% |
| 11854 | 2024-02-07 05:44:14 | 82.87 | 98.1% |
| 8422 | 2023-04-14 20:14:15 | 66.59 | 95% |