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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6477 | 2022-11-18 01:30:42 | 164.80 | 99% |
| 5562 | 2022-06-08 19:19:12 | 157.07 | 98% |
| 3261 | 2021-05-09 06:14:30 | 158.16 | 100% |