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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1659 | 2023-05-11 10:43:53 | 70.31 | 95% |
| 1164 | 2022-05-08 09:27:38 | 55.26 | 95% |