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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1632 | 2020-11-21 17:39:01 | 152.90 | 99% |
| 141 | 2020-07-17 19:21:56 | 127.42 | 99% |