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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4925 | 2018-10-14 05:43:37 | 132.04 | 97% |
| 4168 | 2018-08-26 21:20:14 | 142.76 | 97% |