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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5899 | 2018-06-04 16:40:11 | 62.58 | 98% |
| 5896 | 2018-06-04 16:36:15 | 55.92 | 97% |