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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1360 | 2019-01-19 02:13:03 | 70.18 | 96% |
| 1000 | 2019-01-07 15:13:47 | 73.57 | 96% |