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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 325 | 2021-11-12 11:11:37 | 73.98 | 96% |
| 222 | 2021-11-05 16:12:25 | 59.00 | 95% |