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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2023-07-25 23:49:25 | 89.37 | 96.6% |
| 1317 | 2023-05-21 04:52:50 | 87.93 | 96.1% |