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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1441 | 2021-03-13 08:04:12 | 49.65 | 93% |
| 784 | 2020-08-21 05:32:33 | 63.32 | 96% |