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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1777 | 2021-09-10 06:44:42 | 80.55 | 99% |
| 940 | 2021-02-18 12:34:14 | 77.14 | 99.2% |