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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3060 | 2018-10-13 08:03:33 | 75.64 | 96% |
| 1831 | 2018-08-10 14:46:06 | 69.24 | 96% |