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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3456 | 2023-02-10 13:51:10 | 49.11 | 96% |
| 1049 | 2023-01-12 17:48:27 | 52.90 | 97% |