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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1835 | 2022-04-21 05:48:17 | 55.30 | 98% |
| 655 | 2021-05-22 07:58:36 | 44.74 | 96% |