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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 236 | 2022-03-03 01:28:45 | 120.47 | 99% |
| 221 | 2022-02-26 17:07:51 | 96.50 | 97% |