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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2023-03-20 12:34:20 | 53.41 | 94% |
| 331 | 2023-03-11 16:17:26 | 51.98 | 95% |