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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6563 | 2019-06-08 21:12:46 | 83.37 | 99% |
| 6344 | 2019-05-31 00:15:53 | 77.62 | 98% |