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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2364 | 2021-03-23 21:51:38 | 75.80 | 98% |
| 1016 | 2021-03-10 16:03:43 | 59.57 | 95% |