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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 744 | 2020-07-31 17:48:27 | 69.24 | 97% |
| 441 | 2018-10-09 02:20:12 | 57.98 | 95% |