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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1237 | 2020-04-20 22:51:29 | 79.52 | 96% |
| 209 | 2018-11-23 00:25:15 | 36.20 | 92% |