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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1718 | 2021-03-11 06:23:30 | 101.63 | 98% |
| 1675 | 2021-03-06 11:17:16 | 122.30 | 98% |