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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 456 | 2021-03-10 20:41:03 | 60.61 | 96% |
| 88 | 2021-01-06 02:03:21 | 55.93 | 96% |