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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1384 | 2021-06-05 07:15:11 | 122.76 | 97% |
| 714 | 2021-03-30 07:52:00 | 128.11 | 98% |