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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1328 | 2019-09-02 11:18:44 | 75.97 | 97% |
| 1319 | 2019-08-31 13:04:46 | 78.85 | 98% |