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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3003 | 2019-02-21 16:42:13 | 105.23 | 97% |
| 473 | 2018-04-14 15:00:06 | 77.10 | 97% |