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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10221 | 2024-08-26 23:10:52 | 167.81 | 98.9% |
| 9232 | 2024-04-25 01:28:15 | 157.54 | 98.6% |
| 9074 | 2024-03-07 07:03:28 | 142.61 | 96.7% |