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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2019-08-12 17:51:47 | 71.01 | 97% |
| 92 | 2019-08-05 16:32:45 | 72.07 | 97% |