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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2021-12-19 19:53:27 | 56.30 | 94% |
| 689 | 2021-11-30 09:18:22 | 49.21 | 95% |