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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2297 | 2018-09-30 11:53:52 | 73.53 | 96% |
| 2116 | 2018-09-28 12:19:36 | 71.44 | 96% |
| 726 | 2018-09-08 10:09:58 | 67.08 | 96% |