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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3898 | 2023-09-26 08:37:29 | 62.60 | 98.5% |
| 3504 | 2023-08-25 16:36:06 | 65.51 | 97.1% |