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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5812 | 2020-05-14 06:43:49 | 72.30 | 97% |
| 559 | 2019-07-22 12:15:55 | 52.27 | 95% |