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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8292 | 2025-06-04 00:45:58 | 108.77 | 97% |
| 2145 | 2018-05-15 17:20:50 | 89.39 | 97% |
| 617 | 2018-04-11 00:51:23 | 85.73 | 97% |