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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 600 | 2022-07-21 11:23:23 | 95.16 | 97% |
| 433 | 2021-12-22 09:43:00 | 70.18 | 97% |