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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1534 | 2021-12-22 09:42:59 | 71.04 | 97% |
| 689 | 2021-05-02 10:52:08 | 63.96 | 97% |