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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1739 | 2021-03-24 10:35:30 | 77.41 | 97% |
| 445 | 2021-01-17 06:03:51 | 76.89 | 97% |