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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2022-05-19 04:26:05 | 57.26 | 95% |
| 443 | 2022-05-17 11:07:35 | 54.61 | 94% |