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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 554 | 2022-03-23 15:17:30 | 48.66 | 96% |
| 117 | 2021-09-16 09:55:44 | 47.06 | 95% |