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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1619 | 2021-09-07 11:44:30 | 94.90 | 97% |
| 714 | 2019-06-07 07:59:09 | 68.95 | 95% |