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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10246 | 2022-09-22 04:00:26 | 80.92 | 97% |
| 5329 | 2020-07-02 19:22:33 | 81.10 | 98% |
| 1762 | 2017-10-26 21:43:54 | 67.94 | 96% |