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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4673 | 2024-11-25 01:21:36 | 140.16 | 98.5% |
| 4083 | 2024-02-01 06:48:59 | 133.89 | 97.9% |
| 1237 | 2022-02-21 08:38:49 | 122.76 | 99% |