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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2022-12-30 23:03:56 | 116.10 | 99% |
| 32 | 2021-02-04 22:20:55 | 81.25 | 96.3% |