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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 549 | 2021-03-16 17:00:48 | 78.32 | 98% |
| 124 | 2019-10-02 14:15:16 | 79.40 | 99% |