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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5981 | 2024-07-30 14:36:16 | 106.93 | 97.3% |
| 4757 | 2023-07-07 20:33:03 | 106.96 | 98.5% |