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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4504 | 2020-02-25 09:48:26 | 68.27 | 97% |
| 3527 | 2020-02-12 16:37:20 | 59.18 | 95% |