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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2087 | 2019-12-21 22:30:42 | 113.88 | 98% |
| 1048 | 2019-12-13 15:13:41 | 118.46 | 99% |