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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2106 | 2024-04-27 03:15:01 | 95.46 | 95.6% |
| 2095 | 2024-04-15 08:47:49 | 114.22 | 99.6% |