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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4751 | 2023-08-12 23:19:58 | 109.66 | 96.9% |
| 1141 | 2019-12-02 23:29:08 | 94.41 | 96% |