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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7921 | 2020-06-29 06:38:26 | 95.29 | 98% |
| 7093 | 2019-09-09 11:47:18 | 94.15 | 97% |