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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1359 | 2022-05-06 08:42:44 | 118.81 | 98% |
| 244 | 2020-01-20 05:18:32 | 95.04 | 96% |