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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2018-07-07 08:24:34 | 41.34 | 96% |
| 1473 | 2018-05-22 05:49:23 | 45.94 | 97% |