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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3245 | 2022-09-23 21:53:43 | 118.31 | 99% |
| 1422 | 2021-01-22 19:05:08 | 87.91 | 96% |