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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3895 | 2021-07-07 16:07:24 | 138.42 | 100% |
| 3759 | 2021-03-17 15:16:16 | 105.23 | 98% |