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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 688 | 2021-07-06 15:52:43 | 75.41 | 97% |
| 116 | 2018-03-21 12:41:44 | 44.88 | 96% |