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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1891 | 2022-07-02 09:29:59 | 51.62 | 94% |
| 963 | 2022-06-07 16:12:41 | 48.43 | 95% |