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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 716 | 2021-03-31 01:17:39 | 75.32 | 95% |
| 106 | 2021-01-10 00:52:55 | 69.93 | 95% |