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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 467 | 2023-10-24 20:40:25 | 113.37 | 99.2% |
| 144 | 2023-09-11 23:44:18 | 116.29 | 98.8% |