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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7348 | 2021-03-24 13:06:50 | 77.65 | 96% |
| 7215 | 2021-03-13 14:05:23 | 83.10 | 96% |