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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4004 | 2019-06-06 11:20:01 | 68.81 | 98% |
| 1997 | 2017-09-11 16:25:20 | 64.14 | 96% |