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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2216 | 2022-09-12 00:18:25 | 111.52 | 97% |
| 1523 | 2022-02-22 18:29:25 | 124.97 | 98% |