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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4496 | 2017-11-22 01:47:27 | 87.14 | 97% |
| 3619 | 2017-11-10 02:31:08 | 97.04 | 97% |