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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3955 | 2021-08-04 14:51:06 | 43.73 | 95% |
| 2367 | 2021-07-15 04:47:24 | 31.18 | 92% |