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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4170 | 2024-01-24 14:04:05 | 73.93 | 96% |
| 758 | 2021-09-22 07:38:12 | 64.92 | 98% |