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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3996 | 2023-07-20 09:48:29 | 62.71 | 96% |
| 715 | 2023-01-09 10:10:00 | 56.37 | 94% |