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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 966 | 2021-12-14 19:13:03 | 42.56 | 97% |
| 591 | 2021-11-28 11:58:42 | 34.16 | 96% |