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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3075 | 2018-07-29 02:10:41 | 66.81 | 97% |
| 2206 | 2018-03-14 13:44:59 | 65.36 | 97% |