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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9598 | 2021-04-06 20:03:49 | 93.09 | 98% |
| 2393 | 2020-08-01 19:09:34 | 64.43 | 96% |