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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1860 | 2023-08-14 10:47:58 | 61.50 | 96% |
| 699 | 2023-07-06 05:52:59 | 46.66 | 94.3% |