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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2031 | 2024-02-22 22:09:22 | 99.57 | 99% |
| 1035 | 2022-05-26 05:25:29 | 82.41 | 96% |