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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3290 | 2021-03-31 17:59:03 | 47.98 | 97% |
| 2635 | 2021-03-24 07:59:20 | 45.43 | 98% |