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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1392 | 2021-01-17 11:25:58 | 100.21 | 99% |
| 570 | 2021-01-09 04:38:33 | 93.50 | 98% |