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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1746 | 2021-10-31 14:22:52 | 60.86 | 99% |
| 621 | 2021-10-18 13:25:25 | 57.39 | 96% |