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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 447 | 2021-10-30 05:36:00 | 92.46 | 98% |
| 271 | 2021-02-08 06:02:45 | 76.27 | 94% |