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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2021-02-14 16:56:34 | 84.52 | 99.2% |
| 208 | 2021-01-13 12:30:17 | 52.64 | 98% |