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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1439 | 2021-04-21 03:36:21 | 40.86 | 96% |
| 478 | 2021-02-08 03:42:53 | 40.09 | 97% |