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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3826 | 2022-10-15 18:21:29 | 76.50 | 97% |
| 135 | 2022-05-12 09:33:13 | 87.79 | 98% |