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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2022-01-04 17:23:02 | 57.20 | 94% |
| 459 | 2021-10-23 21:49:07 | 54.03 | 96% |