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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5435 | 2020-08-28 04:43:16 | 94.59 | 99% |
| 3888 | 2019-08-17 06:55:14 | 80.72 | 98% |