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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2021-10-27 09:37:48 | 121.11 | 100% |
| 184 | 2021-02-22 07:39:42 | 117.84 | 100% |