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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3636 | 2021-04-25 06:42:20 | 70.95 | 98% |
| 1365 | 2020-09-10 12:33:33 | 72.17 | 97% |