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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5069 | 2018-09-25 06:33:26 | 71.40 | 98% |
| 3961 | 2018-08-26 19:34:06 | 66.55 | 98% |