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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 953 | 2022-02-01 00:23:32 | 66.81 | 96% |
| 385 | 2021-02-02 23:43:57 | 51.58 | 91.7% |