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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3860 | 2020-01-16 15:27:56 | 69.67 | 98% |
| 3357 | 2020-01-03 14:18:42 | 64.89 | 96% |