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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2960 | 2023-05-08 09:08:27 | 116.37 | 99% |
| 1726 | 2021-06-08 11:58:19 | 103.97 | 99% |