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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23860 | 2021-05-17 03:49:08 | 128.16 | 98% |
| 23774 | 2021-05-14 17:12:48 | 120.00 | 98% |