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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 976 | 2019-01-14 21:16:05 | 64.79 | 96% |
| 527 | 2018-11-05 19:10:19 | 57.59 | 95% |