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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3859 | 2022-05-23 19:22:31 | 76.12 | 97% |
| 3233 | 2021-06-04 03:00:21 | 71.83 | 98% |