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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5799 | 2018-06-13 19:56:21 | 80.60 | 96% |
| 4585 | 2018-01-21 21:42:10 | 59.20 | 94% |