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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1499 | 2017-09-14 02:18:31 | 87.56 | 97% |
| 1459 | 2017-09-06 02:13:00 | 67.16 | 93% |