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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5806 | 2022-07-19 01:34:08 | 114.85 | 99% |
| 5073 | 2019-10-24 02:28:45 | 100.16 | 97% |