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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 457 | 2019-06-04 20:40:45 | 84.37 | 96% |
| 3 | 2018-04-17 14:47:01 | 61.08 | 96% |