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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5369 | 2021-06-16 19:26:36 | 80.13 | 97% |
| 930 | 2020-05-22 12:05:35 | 60.85 | 96% |