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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67 | 2022-09-20 09:36:00 | 65.43 | 94% |
| 57 | 2021-10-20 12:19:53 | 60.53 | 94% |