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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3952 | 2022-12-03 08:07:22 | 112.85 | 97% |
| 2288 | 2022-10-18 05:35:46 | 100.77 | 96% |