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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2286 | 2021-09-06 12:25:52 | 50.02 | 95% |
| 621 | 2021-08-04 13:20:50 | 30.81 | 91% |