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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2684 | 2021-02-16 21:37:58 | 92.60 | 97.8% |
| 1341 | 2021-01-06 04:08:44 | 91.09 | 98% |