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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2218 | 2023-07-16 01:31:23 | 121.37 | 98.9% |
| 1856 | 2023-06-09 19:24:09 | 112.66 | 99.3% |