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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3209 | 2021-01-08 04:37:56 | 112.28 | 97% |
| 2240 | 2020-08-16 06:25:57 | 133.00 | 98% |