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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14103 | 2021-02-05 01:57:19 | 77.33 | 96.4% |
| 12781 | 2021-01-20 13:10:53 | 92.39 | 96% |