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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2034 | 2021-09-11 21:53:25 | 105.47 | 99% |
| 1452 | 2021-08-20 13:37:38 | 96.13 | 98% |