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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1542 | 2021-02-05 23:10:42 | 49.79 | 95.2% |
| 1069 | 2021-01-07 18:56:05 | 56.92 | 96% |