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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1839 | 2021-07-12 14:44:51 | 90.84 | 99% |
| 1424 | 2021-05-26 06:33:19 | 79.31 | 97% |