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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 641 | 2022-05-05 07:45:05 | 66.37 | 98% |
| 42 | 2021-10-05 03:05:55 | 53.44 | 98% |