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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1426 | 2019-07-09 03:04:44 | 97.47 | 96% |
| 929 | 2017-11-21 23:15:56 | 101.75 | 98% |