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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1707 | 2019-06-03 17:57:49 | 107.83 | 98% |
| 722 | 2019-03-30 12:46:28 | 96.02 | 96% |