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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2022-10-25 15:06:01 | 69.58 | 95% |
| 1119 | 2022-10-24 23:46:05 | 97.58 | 98% |