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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2020-11-30 05:18:16 | 92.70 | 98% |
| 1715 | 2020-11-22 04:29:23 | 102.96 | 100% |