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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 303 | 2021-03-26 15:59:37 | 92.66 | 97% |
| 293 | 2021-03-26 15:24:17 | 107.00 | 99% |