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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4806 | 2022-02-22 16:29:53 | 83.10 | 98% |
| 2971 | 2021-10-15 06:21:54 | 74.94 | 96% |