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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1947 | 2018-12-23 08:22:19 | 114.12 | 99% |
| 787 | 2018-09-28 06:03:35 | 104.25 | 98% |