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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1087 | 2021-03-05 03:03:14 | 48.28 | 94% |
| 608 | 2021-01-19 10:58:31 | 47.74 | 94% |