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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 641 | 2020-05-14 06:43:47 | 76.90 | 95% |
| 168 | 2020-05-04 05:32:35 | 63.21 | 95% |