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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1520 | 2021-02-28 17:35:20 | 93.44 | 98.5% |
| 282 | 2021-01-12 01:28:10 | 87.05 | 97% |