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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3529 | 2023-07-22 10:57:53 | 78.42 | 97% |
| 634 | 2020-05-27 13:27:58 | 68.39 | 97% |