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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4216 | 2022-06-16 21:15:38 | 84.34 | 98% |
| 307 | 2017-09-15 20:19:07 | 58.38 | 97% |