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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 714 | 2022-01-24 18:37:35 | 64.07 | 96% |
| 63 | 2021-03-29 04:02:46 | 44.35 | 95% |