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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7328 | 2019-12-13 02:14:27 | 41.84 | 93% |
| 5070 | 2019-01-22 00:23:48 | 36.90 | 93% |
| 2291 | 2017-11-08 22:25:32 | 33.30 | 93% |