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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 306 | 2021-08-14 01:33:51 | 107.80 | 98% |
| 288 | 2021-08-14 01:13:26 | 130.97 | 98% |