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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2218 | 2022-10-14 09:34:18 | 89.44 | 99% |
| 2177 | 2022-07-29 12:29:51 | 83.83 | 98% |