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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2636 | 2023-02-15 20:34:06 | 105.79 | 98% |
| 279 | 2018-04-27 15:27:30 | 95.41 | 97% |