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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2957 | 2022-08-10 14:57:26 | 97.58 | 98% |
| 2745 | 2022-08-07 05:01:01 | 86.59 | 98% |