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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7083 | 2021-08-05 02:49:43 | 69.59 | 96% |
| 5525 | 2021-05-03 07:27:36 | 66.94 | 95% |