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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4800 | 2018-07-05 13:11:52 | 113.45 | 99% |
| 3467 | 2018-01-01 19:48:30 | 92.19 | 96% |