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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1440 | 2024-01-21 01:36:55 | 90.72 | 96.6% |
| 904 | 2023-09-30 18:44:30 | 93.54 | 98.2% |