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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2959 | 2022-09-14 06:13:54 | 91.85 | 97% |
| 1812 | 2017-09-21 06:55:39 | 95.56 | 98% |