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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1709 | 2024-05-19 10:20:03 | 99.67 | 96.7% |
| 1147 | 2024-04-08 15:47:50 | 92.02 | 95.3% |