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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2764 | 2021-03-28 06:40:31 | 132.20 | 99% |
| 2473 | 2021-03-26 23:20:36 | 127.96 | 99% |