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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3469 | 2019-11-19 15:53:00 | 89.50 | 98% |
| 3253 | 2019-11-15 14:27:14 | 93.62 | 99% |