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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 329 | 2018-10-21 13:30:47 | 60.09 | 96% |
| 26 | 2018-10-18 11:43:57 | 50.73 | 95% |