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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2686 | 2020-02-25 13:36:20 | 52.47 | 94% |
| 1534 | 2019-07-26 05:03:53 | 45.67 | 93% |