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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1056 | 2023-07-15 10:43:54 | 64.89 | 96.1% |
| 558 | 2023-06-17 20:39:51 | 61.75 | 95.9% |