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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7060 | 2022-08-08 06:53:57 | 95.43 | 99% |
| 6581 | 2022-08-05 00:58:42 | 94.19 | 99% |
| 2208 | 2022-02-08 23:31:18 | 94.40 | 98% |