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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1889 | 2022-06-15 18:27:25 | 76.54 | 96% |
| 1084 | 2019-12-08 06:20:37 | 79.10 | 98% |