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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12360 | 2023-09-04 10:27:40 | 88.15 | 97% |
| 9663 | 2023-01-24 09:29:28 | 91.55 | 98% |