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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7359 | 2023-03-12 03:31:52 | 80.91 | 98% |
| 2226 | 2021-11-27 12:42:48 | 69.56 | 98% |