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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1018 | 2021-06-09 00:48:31 | 90.05 | 98% |
| 118 | 2018-06-14 21:44:41 | 56.50 | 96% |