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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2345 | 2020-06-19 01:58:34 | 124.20 | 99% |
| 1108 | 2018-05-06 01:46:59 | 88.41 | 97% |