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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12946 | 2019-07-23 04:41:04 | 97.95 | 99% |
| 3027 | 2018-04-28 03:26:42 | 83.35 | 97% |