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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2528 | 2022-04-17 21:47:46 | 68.38 | 95% |
| 110 | 2021-03-14 04:25:03 | 58.90 | 95% |