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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9054 | 2020-12-13 10:22:28 | 97.84 | 97% |
| 3599 | 2020-04-11 09:29:35 | 86.26 | 96% |