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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 177 | 2022-12-15 02:39:13 | 99.60 | 96% |
| 149 | 2018-10-18 18:18:43 | 94.46 | 98% |