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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7668 | 2021-03-06 12:57:01 | 72.26 | 94% |
| 6756 | 2020-01-09 19:41:13 | 75.65 | 96% |