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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2023 | 2019-09-21 01:29:22 | 71.24 | 96% |
| 1741 | 2019-09-13 08:21:17 | 81.05 | 99% |