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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4292 | 2023-01-15 23:31:03 | 55.03 | 97% |
| 999 | 2022-06-15 11:38:43 | 87.17 | 98% |