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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 284 | 2022-04-20 07:37:36 | 60.34 | 96% |
| 162 | 2022-04-15 22:53:13 | 72.52 | 97% |