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 | 2018-01-31 21:46:37 | 60.55 | 94% |
| 2489 | 2017-11-10 16:49:26 | 56.20 | 96% |