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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13506 | 2024-02-05 20:50:05 | 100.47 | 97% |
| 8054 | 2020-11-09 14:21:56 | 101.30 | 98% |
| 6823 | 2020-09-25 08:01:16 | 102.73 | 99% |
| 3943 | 2020-06-25 12:18:06 | 109.87 | 99% |
| 3729 | 2020-06-18 07:49:29 | 104.50 | 99% |
| 2227 | 2020-03-10 11:42:37 | 98.75 | 97% |
| 1894 | 2020-02-10 08:36:28 | 97.72 | 97% |