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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2878 | 2019-04-12 16:31:25 | 82.57 | 98% |
| 2465 | 2018-05-18 06:12:23 | 77.61 | 98% |