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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 290 | 2021-11-13 23:01:26 | 117.49 | 99% |
| 125 | 2021-02-12 03:19:14 | 112.15 | 98.5% |