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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 237 | 2020-09-04 05:40:16 | 84.80 | 96% |
| 143 | 2020-08-14 18:50:28 | 88.19 | 98% |