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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1529 | 2021-05-21 09:42:01 | 63.01 | 95% |
| 1176 | 2021-03-02 11:51:10 | 72.52 | 97% |