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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3697 | 2022-04-27 20:33:13 | 79.00 | 96% |
| 3130 | 2022-02-05 08:45:21 | 68.93 | 95% |