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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 818 | 2022-07-11 13:45:16 | 56.43 | 99% |
| 146 | 2022-06-26 13:03:12 | 38.46 | 96% |