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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15258 | 2024-10-29 15:01:11 | 80.91 | 97.1% |
| 14522 | 2024-07-10 20:44:55 | 96.74 | 97.5% |
| 2240 | 2020-03-17 20:22:13 | 69.28 | 97% |