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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3978 | 2020-02-08 08:53:27 | 56.88 | 95% |
| 204 | 2018-12-10 06:02:07 | 44.78 | 96% |