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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1726 | 2023-10-11 15:52:34 | 44.39 | 93.8% |
| 1290 | 2023-10-07 08:17:51 | 38.75 | 95.5% |