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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 332 | 2021-06-03 19:08:59 | 64.48 | 96% |
| 229 | 2021-06-01 13:22:06 | 62.98 | 96% |