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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 534 | 2018-12-31 20:06:32 | 73.43 | 96% |
| 54 | 2018-12-19 15:15:24 | 81.16 | 98% |