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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2024-04-02 22:12:13 | 86.73 | 96.2% |
| 2485 | 2024-02-05 22:11:09 | 81.66 | 96% |