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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6315 | 2025-01-17 17:07:51 | 84.56 | 97.2% |
| 3787 | 2021-10-20 21:12:39 | 75.04 | 97% |
| 1089 | 2021-09-02 17:18:40 | 72.87 | 95% |