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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1245 | 2025-06-06 00:55:48 | 89.09 | 97% |
| 669 | 2023-01-27 21:32:39 | 104.47 | 98% |