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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5950 | 2023-06-28 18:59:28 | 71.99 | 95% |
| 2719 | 2023-01-14 17:54:12 | 75.87 | 96% |