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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1680 | 2022-11-20 16:16:41 | 80.35 | 97% |
| 1650 | 2022-10-29 19:34:40 | 82.69 | 97% |