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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 288 | 2021-10-19 00:37:17 | 83.07 | 96% |
| 151 | 2021-08-19 10:57:42 | 91.54 | 98% |