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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7724 | 2023-02-02 21:27:13 | 89.81 | 95% |
| 5207 | 2020-09-19 19:55:24 | 87.44 | 97% |