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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1198 | 2021-05-16 19:12:12 | 81.97 | 96% |
| 839 | 2021-02-15 18:20:42 | 86.82 | 97.5% |