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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 523 | 2020-06-04 19:06:44 | 47.69 | 94% |
| 184 | 2020-05-24 17:51:22 | 39.28 | 92% |