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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6551 | 2023-11-21 20:26:47 | 102.81 | 96.6% |
| 3026 | 2022-07-27 17:56:46 | 86.63 | 96% |