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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2760 | 2022-10-26 17:35:30 | 115.42 | 98% |
| 1304 | 2022-08-31 00:47:28 | 104.75 | 98% |