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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 327 | 2023-04-12 12:58:17 | 29.63 | 96% |
| 305 | 2022-10-15 14:18:58 | 24.33 | 96% |