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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3305 | 2022-07-04 19:16:31 | 35.80 | 97% |
| 1974 | 2022-06-01 21:30:34 | 31.71 | 97% |