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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1989 | 2021-05-05 02:39:02 | 107.68 | 99% |
| 132 | 2020-08-08 03:59:55 | 92.46 | 97% |