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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9467 | 2021-08-18 15:52:13 | 142.44 | 99% |
| 7710 | 2021-08-01 14:04:37 | 130.76 | 98% |