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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1119 | 2022-12-11 05:37:15 | 63.12 | 98% |
| 33 | 2022-09-04 12:47:02 | 58.96 | 99% |