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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2918 | 2018-02-11 19:23:53 | 95.84 | 98% |
| 2531 | 2018-01-20 21:02:07 | 94.31 | 97% |