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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1514 | 2022-12-07 09:53:38 | 88.89 | 97% |
| 673 | 2022-05-23 15:57:18 | 79.18 | 96% |