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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4157 | 2021-12-22 13:19:49 | 101.37 | 98% |
| 3278 | 2021-06-28 13:28:41 | 111.09 | 98% |