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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3850 | 2024-07-26 04:36:43 | 115.80 | 99.6% |
| 3351 | 2023-12-02 03:02:22 | 101.53 | 97.6% |