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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2022-04-28 12:26:02 | 71.69 | 97% |
| 227 | 2022-04-22 16:02:15 | 58.48 | 96% |