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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2022-06-04 16:52:35 | 92.36 | 98% |
| 362 | 2022-05-14 19:46:40 | 68.97 | 96% |