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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2389 | 2022-04-29 21:25:06 | 89.38 | 98% |
| 924 | 2021-11-06 12:16:36 | 86.94 | 98% |