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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6108 | 2023-09-29 01:54:02 | 104.16 | 98.5% |
| 3194 | 2022-12-27 05:21:04 | 89.82 | 95% |