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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2021-11-04 19:34:41 | 82.27 | 97% |
| 502 | 2021-03-14 22:32:47 | 74.51 | 97% |