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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8576 | 2025-04-26 19:49:50 | 138.90 | 97.5% |
| 5786 | 2025-03-31 04:27:32 | 139.85 | 97.8% |
| 5121 | 2025-03-23 19:31:08 | 114.77 | 96.3% |
| 4253 | 2023-07-29 05:38:30 | 117.00 | 96.9% |