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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 958 | 2024-05-23 01:35:11 | 97.77 | 97.8% |
| 291 | 2022-03-07 05:15:11 | 112.29 | 100% |