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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2013 | 2021-09-06 15:46:29 | 78.79 | 98% |
| 1792 | 2021-08-27 09:13:57 | 79.63 | 97% |