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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 325 | 2020-11-29 13:06:48 | 66.86 | 98% |
| 137 | 2020-11-09 20:28:26 | 60.15 | 96% |