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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3380 | 2021-06-01 09:05:22 | 135.51 | 100% |
| 2851 | 2019-02-05 06:57:34 | 138.06 | 100% |