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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8553 | 2021-02-04 12:07:21 | 84.57 | 97% |
| 6976 | 2019-10-07 08:57:37 | 77.55 | 95% |