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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2089 | 2021-12-20 13:20:16 | 62.29 | 96% |
| 517 | 2021-09-07 14:27:59 | 63.21 | 99% |