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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11885 | 2023-09-12 19:09:55 | 140.03 | 98% |
| 11832 | 2023-08-22 05:36:51 | 152.06 | 99% |