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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3223 | 2019-09-19 16:25:48 | 117.37 | 99% |
| 3116 | 2018-04-09 22:09:55 | 123.74 | 99% |