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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1024 | 2021-01-11 16:27:55 | 44.49 | 96% |
| 678 | 2021-01-03 12:15:29 | 36.50 | 93% |