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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2440 | 2020-07-25 12:20:37 | 92.10 | 95% |
| 954 | 2019-12-07 02:46:06 | 99.79 | 96% |