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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2388 | 2023-08-20 22:42:59 | 78.67 | 97% |
| 501 | 2023-06-23 21:09:23 | 58.94 | 95% |