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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2785 | 2022-03-06 16:40:25 | 74.86 | 98% |
| 1635 | 2017-11-19 18:02:01 | 74.59 | 100% |