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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2023-12-17 17:40:55 | 81.37 | 99.2% |
| 325 | 2023-03-26 15:54:49 | 66.40 | 97% |