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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2443 | 2018-09-20 17:50:08 | 60.47 | 96% |
| 2327 | 2018-09-18 13:52:28 | 55.12 | 94% |