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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2377 | 2023-08-22 20:30:16 | 152.98 | 98.2% |
| 692 | 2021-03-30 02:20:24 | 160.92 | 99% |