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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2023-10-13 19:41:37 | 94.41 | 98.5% |
| 129 | 2022-03-27 13:50:04 | 45.12 | 93% |