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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 749 | 2019-08-26 20:31:26 | 78.53 | 96% |
| 710 | 2019-08-02 14:48:03 | 75.18 | 95% |