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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1188 | 2019-06-18 16:21:11 | 61.22 | 96% |
| 963 | 2019-04-28 01:31:02 | 60.75 | 96% |