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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4892 | 2022-02-15 17:20:36 | 72.87 | 97% |
| 2153 | 2020-11-04 15:25:52 | 72.17 | 97% |