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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9401 | 2024-01-29 21:29:50 | 121.44 | 96.5% |
| 5594 | 2022-09-02 03:33:53 | 113.23 | 98% |