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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7680 | 2023-03-09 05:23:23 | 91.37 | 96% |
| 1244 | 2019-01-14 18:05:00 | 90.13 | 96% |