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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1304 | 2022-04-09 10:38:46 | 95.00 | 97% |
| 127 | 2021-12-13 17:21:41 | 85.82 | 97% |