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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11365 | 2022-02-17 19:39:44 | 71.82 | 94% |
| 9234 | 2017-09-25 11:15:31 | 96.20 | 97% |