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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2592 | 2020-12-15 00:39:15 | 74.08 | 98% |
| 214 | 2019-05-29 11:55:20 | 55.39 | 97% |