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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47403 | 2025-02-06 19:54:55 | 80.45 | 93.9% |
| 45525 | 2025-01-21 19:31:20 | 105.88 | 97.8% |