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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2023-11-11 22:16:50 | 110.30 | 99.6% |
| 426 | 2023-04-07 14:28:33 | 97.01 | 98% |
| 316 | 2023-04-04 19:26:46 | 93.47 | 99% |