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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2022-06-11 15:51:11 | 110.02 | 97% |
| 1567 | 2022-02-22 15:39:53 | 102.29 | 96% |