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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4342 | 2025-02-22 19:04:37 | 135.95 | 100% |
| 3665 | 2022-07-27 02:24:29 | 121.53 | 98% |
| 380 | 2022-05-01 23:01:26 | 110.40 | 98% |
| 297 | 2022-04-26 00:38:01 | 120.25 | 99% |