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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1790 | 2022-07-14 03:13:59 | 82.06 | 97% |
| 1252 | 2022-07-11 09:56:31 | 79.24 | 97% |