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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12302 | 2021-10-04 14:00:06 | 86.01 | 96% |
| 7112 | 2021-02-05 03:59:39 | 87.69 | 95.8% |