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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1560 | 2021-08-20 23:05:24 | 55.87 | 94% |
| 1403 | 2021-08-09 01:02:02 | 59.59 | 95% |