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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2022-02-22 15:37:27 | 80.46 | 97% |
| 698 | 2019-08-05 16:32:37 | 89.83 | 97% |