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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1486 | 2022-08-02 20:34:11 | 82.67 | 98% |
| 1300 | 2022-04-29 15:05:51 | 80.84 | 99% |