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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2023-02-07 03:13:50 | 57.49 | 94% |
| 418 | 2023-01-11 02:16:58 | 59.10 | 94% |