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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5397 | 2021-01-22 01:50:51 | 95.40 | 99% |
| 1046 | 2020-03-29 14:02:14 | 72.75 | 97% |