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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4341 | 2023-11-21 09:22:56 | 76.53 | 97.8% |
| 3300 | 2021-09-20 16:48:53 | 72.05 | 97% |
| 1463 | 2021-02-08 17:01:26 | 74.31 | 97.1% |