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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2591 | 2020-07-20 13:52:39 | 83.53 | 96% |
| 455 | 2020-04-19 14:18:30 | 81.43 | 96% |