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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4888 | 2021-02-16 05:46:38 | 87.43 | 95.7% |
| 4297 | 2021-01-24 18:37:49 | 87.25 | 96% |