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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1517 | 2022-08-10 20:16:29 | 82.88 | 98% |
| 1485 | 2021-12-14 20:59:31 | 83.21 | 97% |