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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 699 | 2019-11-23 19:47:02 | 67.88 | 100% |
| 220 | 2019-06-20 15:51:36 | 58.94 | 97% |