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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13332 | 2020-06-24 10:48:17 | 70.40 | 95% |
| 4048 | 2018-12-13 06:58:38 | 54.12 | 94% |