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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3656 | 2022-12-08 18:59:19 | 76.65 | 95% |
| 2527 | 2022-07-27 05:56:37 | 90.10 | 96% |