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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2253 | 2020-12-19 12:50:46 | 60.23 | 97% |
| 1060 | 2020-05-03 18:48:07 | 55.07 | 96% |