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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6493 | 2024-01-31 12:48:17 | 125.35 | 100% |
| 5035 | 2023-05-26 11:18:52 | 113.88 | 100% |