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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2156 | 2023-10-30 07:27:34 | 111.32 | 98.2% |
| 1677 | 2023-01-10 19:15:50 | 103.77 | 98% |