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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 567 | 2021-08-20 17:10:25 | 92.06 | 96% |
| 489 | 2021-04-01 17:05:31 | 92.88 | 98% |