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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4173 | 2025-10-29 23:20:33 | 93.40 | 95% |
| 1477 | 2025-02-15 19:40:17 | 89.32 | 95% |
| 1180 | 2025-02-10 00:10:26 | 100.73 | 98% |