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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2371 | 2021-09-17 01:00:59 | 74.19 | 98% |
| 1463 | 2021-03-17 03:43:58 | 80.16 | 98% |