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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4254 | 2021-05-26 23:12:11 | 84.87 | 98% |
| 3251 | 2021-04-07 04:23:07 | 65.95 | 94% |