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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3015 | 2019-06-22 14:26:37 | 94.60 | 100% |
| 802 | 2019-05-29 10:13:30 | 82.81 | 96% |