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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1239 | 2021-12-05 11:59:27 | 87.68 | 98% |
| 449 | 2020-03-22 16:16:50 | 70.48 | 97% |