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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 143 | 2021-04-16 17:31:42 | 72.91 | 96% |
| 126 | 2021-03-26 18:56:34 | 64.88 | 96% |