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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7469 | 2018-03-15 01:25:28 | 102.65 | 97% |
| 5209 | 2017-12-12 04:20:16 | 102.94 | 97% |