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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15945 | 2025-06-18 06:50:03 | 83.77 | 97% |
| 4862 | 2019-12-26 06:49:04 | 63.47 | 96% |
| 3933 | 2019-10-29 05:16:42 | 82.19 | 98% |