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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2888 | 2020-10-04 10:09:58 | 128.75 | 97% |
| 2063 | 2020-03-24 08:12:30 | 150.33 | 99% |