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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6981 | 2020-03-31 02:05:01 | 92.13 | 97% |
| 6413 | 2019-11-12 17:32:16 | 92.77 | 97% |