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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4031 | 2020-02-06 10:34:35 | 84.40 | 96% |
| 3421 | 2019-07-31 11:26:48 | 72.76 | 97% |