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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15672 | 2025-05-17 22:57:33 | 85.61 | 97.4% |
| 14834 | 2025-05-09 21:33:40 | 84.94 | 99.2% |
| 13527 | 2025-04-25 23:04:12 | 87.26 | 98.2% |
| 9049 | 2025-02-15 19:40:14 | 95.74 | 100% |
| 8304 | 2025-02-05 13:28:01 | 90.00 | 98.8% |
| 5845 | 2024-12-30 09:42:42 | 91.70 | 99.6% |
| 4327 | 2024-11-24 09:15:45 | 75.98 | 95.6% |
| 2184 | 2024-10-11 21:27:59 | 76.23 | 97.2% |