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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5028 | 2021-04-12 14:01:49 | 87.92 | 97% |
| 225 | 2019-12-06 14:05:47 | 66.12 | 96% |