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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 466 | 2021-02-04 04:54:29 | 101.71 | 98.5% |
| 247 | 2021-01-09 15:50:20 | 93.35 | 98% |