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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1100 | 2019-05-30 22:50:34 | 80.55 | 96% |
| 334 | 2019-03-23 18:50:23 | 78.88 | 96% |