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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3438 | 2021-08-07 15:50:53 | 78.03 | 98% |
| 1918 | 2021-02-13 13:17:50 | 73.83 | 97.8% |