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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1713 | 2022-03-16 01:41:09 | 63.92 | 97% |
| 1303 | 2022-02-19 19:59:00 | 74.05 | 93% |