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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2023-06-08 09:13:45 | 79.27 | 96.2% |
| 590 | 2022-11-23 15:06:33 | 61.30 | 95% |