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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 593 | 2021-11-09 10:42:30 | 27.56 | 97% |
| 300 | 2021-05-26 03:24:24 | 35.97 | 98% |