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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1888 | 2021-07-31 12:38:38 | 70.25 | 96% |
| 1278 | 2021-06-08 15:01:02 | 70.34 | 95% |