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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1581 | 2021-05-11 21:02:05 | 74.82 | 97% |
| 1197 | 2021-02-25 22:50:12 | 71.31 | 98% |