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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2022-06-09 23:29:26 | 79.45 | 99% |
| 469 | 2020-02-04 09:37:49 | 65.02 | 98% |