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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 324 | 2023-06-09 19:08:58 | 93.05 | 97% |
| 110 | 2017-09-13 15:48:15 | 67.08 | 96% |