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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6273 | 2024-01-19 01:12:56 | 98.87 | 97.3% |
| 1163 | 2019-07-27 02:49:14 | 107.82 | 97% |
| 152 | 2019-03-05 04:17:25 | 106.15 | 98% |