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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2948 | 2023-02-13 22:50:07 | 94.23 | 98% |
| 2892 | 2023-02-12 04:01:49 | 94.49 | 99% |