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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3049 | 2021-09-28 05:16:46 | 74.55 | 99% |
| 2601 | 2021-04-07 10:14:40 | 65.09 | 96% |