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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1142 | 2021-04-01 00:02:38 | 74.41 | 95% |
| 128 | 2018-03-09 17:46:30 | 60.81 | 95% |