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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3304 | 2022-02-02 19:10:18 | 126.19 | 100% |
| 2815 | 2022-01-04 17:20:53 | 106.19 | 97% |