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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3514 | 2021-03-17 22:10:24 | 105.91 | 99% |
| 711 | 2020-11-03 18:13:49 | 98.41 | 99% |