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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 919 | 2024-07-07 21:47:52 | 82.80 | 97% |
| 868 | 2023-11-14 15:58:38 | 85.32 | 97.4% |