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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 775 | 2021-06-11 15:16:58 | 66.05 | 98% |
| 452 | 2021-06-05 08:42:22 | 65.48 | 97% |