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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2559 | 2021-11-25 21:58:18 | 68.68 | 95% |
| 610 | 2021-02-21 20:59:18 | 62.02 | 95.8% |