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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 138 | 2023-10-20 04:28:21 | 73.68 | 94.5% |
| 130 | 2023-10-20 03:40:30 | 87.15 | 96.6% |