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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 915 | 2021-04-02 12:27:36 | 84.65 | 94% |
| 473 | 2021-03-06 21:28:20 | 77.26 | 95% |