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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9995 | 2023-09-25 16:22:04 | 88.79 | 98.8% |
| 7755 | 2021-03-12 00:12:17 | 90.35 | 98% |