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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7159 | 2024-10-10 17:43:01 | 97.22 | 96.6% |
| 5544 | 2024-06-23 12:23:58 | 98.19 | 97.2% |