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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4496 | 2022-01-10 09:51:56 | 97.66 | 100% |
| 1121 | 2020-11-13 12:29:18 | 87.57 | 99% |