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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2018-11-10 22:37:04 | 86.27 | 97% |
| 92 | 2018-01-07 16:24:04 | 74.37 | 98% |