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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1160 | 2023-01-05 16:16:05 | 39.69 | 96% |
| 76 | 2022-12-01 06:32:08 | 35.23 | 95% |