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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3021 | 2024-12-13 00:25:13 | 88.42 | 97.8% |
| 2571 | 2024-11-21 02:18:13 | 76.98 | 96.2% |