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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1864 | 2021-07-28 00:48:10 | 53.47 | 95% |
| 1488 | 2021-06-15 05:41:14 | 47.56 | 95% |