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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2203 | 2021-04-01 02:54:52 | 88.89 | 97% |
| 1477 | 2021-01-26 01:39:10 | 85.02 | 97% |