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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2021-03-17 14:36:55 | 45.29 | 96% |
| 204 | 2021-03-17 14:19:44 | 56.19 | 97% |