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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8413 | 2022-09-16 10:42:34 | 102.38 | 99% |
| 6835 | 2019-10-01 20:02:33 | 100.13 | 99% |