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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5217 | 2021-12-10 08:11:44 | 92.08 | 97% |
| 4266 | 2021-08-04 03:16:35 | 94.21 | 98% |