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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3939 | 2024-01-10 07:08:35 | 92.98 | 98.5% |
| 2710 | 2023-06-12 22:24:55 | 98.78 | 97.5% |