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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5304 | 2022-03-24 11:54:48 | 99.22 | 97% |
| 559 | 2021-09-22 05:28:38 | 68.10 | 97% |