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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2021-04-02 06:31:29 | 73.06 | 98% |
| 2028 | 2021-03-30 23:36:07 | 76.41 | 98% |