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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1104 | 2024-02-25 12:48:48 | 104.67 | 97.2% |
| 47 | 2023-07-12 10:04:09 | 78.23 | 95% |