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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17919 | 2025-04-15 10:59:57 | 81.45 | 97% |
| 4414 | 2023-07-20 17:22:39 | 80.02 | 97.9% |