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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2570 | 2020-10-14 19:21:52 | 66.81 | 97% |
| 2564 | 2020-10-13 20:16:11 | 58.00 | 96% |