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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2703 | 2022-02-02 01:20:22 | 119.10 | 98% |
| 2386 | 2021-04-22 23:39:16 | 86.83 | 93% |