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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3576 | 2023-01-28 13:05:18 | 89.38 | 100% |
| 3404 | 2022-12-07 15:57:47 | 76.31 | 99% |