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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1346 | 2021-06-23 05:54:11 | 75.91 | 96% |
| 749 | 2021-05-31 12:06:09 | 72.83 | 97% |