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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2747 | 2022-07-03 18:08:06 | 101.75 | 99% |
| 1824 | 2021-07-25 18:54:54 | 92.98 | 98% |