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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1989 | 2019-02-09 13:57:38 | 85.31 | 98% |
| 1506 | 2018-11-04 03:26:57 | 86.61 | 99% |