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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1626 | 2021-09-24 15:19:49 | 97.83 | 95% |
| 1506 | 2021-09-17 18:02:58 | 99.30 | 96% |