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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 709 | 2020-11-24 07:06:22 | 82.65 | 96% |
| 328 | 2018-11-28 14:58:33 | 85.22 | 97% |