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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1102 | 2023-04-09 11:25:45 | 86.67 | 99% |
| 831 | 2022-09-29 19:30:32 | 83.29 | 98% |