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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 141 | 2019-08-22 00:04:04 | 116.20 | 99% |
| 76 | 2017-11-11 02:30:23 | 102.32 | 99% |