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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4842 | 2023-08-07 15:06:21 | 91.95 | 96% |
| 2725 | 2023-06-08 20:49:15 | 75.18 | 93% |