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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 670 | 2021-01-05 17:44:09 | 74.50 | 98% |
| 164 | 2020-12-08 18:51:26 | 70.94 | 96% |