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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3046 | 2019-05-13 13:54:31 | 71.06 | 97% |
| 2418 | 2019-04-28 16:22:41 | 63.26 | 96% |