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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1252 | 2021-04-13 11:09:27 | 56.46 | 98% |
| 971 | 2021-02-09 14:29:45 | 45.78 | 95.7% |