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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4928 | 2024-09-11 05:57:59 | 104.08 | 97.9% |
| 225 | 2021-11-24 11:18:17 | 55.76 | 95% |