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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4188 | 2024-02-22 14:33:58 | 98.46 | 97.8% |
| 3394 | 2022-06-20 20:58:19 | 96.29 | 98% |
| 3044 | 2022-05-01 20:18:37 | 88.25 | 98% |