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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 750 | 2022-05-10 20:16:16 | 100.30 | 98% |
| 510 | 2022-03-30 12:28:53 | 94.21 | 98% |