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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1994 | 2021-03-29 06:34:17 | 82.41 | 98% |
| 920 | 2021-02-28 09:47:20 | 79.99 | 99% |