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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1835 | 2024-03-17 12:46:11 | 77.63 | 95.1% |
| 1072 | 2018-04-14 15:50:10 | 77.24 | 96% |