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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 823 | 2021-05-13 06:44:32 | 77.90 | 98% |
| 697 | 2021-04-15 17:01:52 | 67.70 | 94% |