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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 346 | 2022-03-09 05:14:31 | 72.89 | 98% |
| 258 | 2022-01-28 04:13:32 | 63.03 | 96% |