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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2020-11-09 22:36:28 | 108.44 | 96% |
| 116 | 2020-06-12 19:18:49 | 124.04 | 98% |