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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3070 | 2021-05-15 11:40:41 | 82.30 | 98% |
| 2915 | 2021-05-08 20:49:22 | 75.92 | 96% |