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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5178 | 2021-02-19 19:30:13 | 109.11 | 98.9% |
| 4828 | 2020-10-30 15:01:35 | 104.93 | 98% |