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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6747 | 2022-04-10 18:42:34 | 86.03 | 97% |
| 5462 | 2021-01-31 13:31:11 | 93.59 | 96.5% |