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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 589 | 2021-03-23 12:40:15 | 69.23 | 97% |
| 439 | 2021-02-10 13:10:08 | 75.15 | 97% |