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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17047 | 2024-06-03 21:28:20 | 110.72 | 97.8% |
| 15968 | 2021-06-17 20:44:29 | 125.50 | 99% |
| 7981 | 2019-11-26 21:48:52 | 96.82 | 97% |
| 6996 | 2019-10-25 03:48:53 | 98.24 | 98% |