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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2023-09-18 15:56:51 | 59.65 | 94% |
| 120 | 2023-09-03 04:25:31 | 48.50 | 93% |