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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1745 | 2023-08-08 11:26:11 | 62.43 | 95.6% |
| 751 | 2023-08-01 18:08:06 | 57.81 | 95.3% |