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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6275 | 2021-01-10 14:13:16 | 46.62 | 96% |
| 2243 | 2020-03-21 07:21:27 | 42.35 | 98% |