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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9846 | 2022-01-18 19:41:27 | 123.87 | 97% |
| 8426 | 2020-06-18 02:18:09 | 111.12 | 96% |