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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2021-10-24 13:29:19 | 80.72 | 97% |
| 444 | 2021-09-28 03:39:13 | 64.63 | 97% |