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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3512 | 2023-01-03 15:28:30 | 75.61 | 98% |
| 3401 | 2022-03-17 15:49:38 | 79.80 | 99% |