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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2619 | 2019-02-02 00:34:07 | 80.20 | 97% |
| 1764 | 2019-01-07 22:46:02 | 84.52 | 97% |