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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1367 | 2020-11-18 17:44:17 | 78.13 | 97% |
| 388 | 2020-05-08 09:48:08 | 83.11 | 99% |