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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 977 | 2024-11-29 16:52:52 | 115.43 | 98.5% |
| 471 | 2023-11-21 20:26:48 | 98.71 | 96.3% |
| 242 | 2023-11-05 19:16:20 | 104.46 | 96.9% |