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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5878 | 2020-10-31 09:01:51 | 97.15 | 98% |
| 2129 | 2020-03-18 22:57:54 | 94.86 | 99% |