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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 765 | 2024-07-16 13:51:44 | 97.15 | 97.8% |
| 79 | 2021-04-12 16:18:58 | 57.78 | 97% |