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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1824 | 2021-08-07 09:09:04 | 121.31 | 97% |
| 1351 | 2017-12-17 08:30:51 | 124.06 | 97% |