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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1666 | 2019-05-22 14:21:41 | 68.39 | 98% |
| 761 | 2018-08-17 12:29:26 | 67.76 | 97% |