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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1499 | 2021-08-01 14:04:42 | 107.22 | 97% |
| 918 | 2020-12-31 06:04:07 | 93.10 | 96% |