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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2907 | 2021-11-11 01:12:10 | 69.89 | 97% |
| 2703 | 2021-04-04 03:53:04 | 77.28 | 97% |