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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11488 | 2019-07-26 05:54:27 | 81.52 | 98% |
| 10014 | 2018-09-17 05:16:34 | 71.83 | 97% |