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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 918 | 2019-04-16 12:14:54 | 63.81 | 96% |
| 175 | 2017-11-18 13:38:48 | 29.62 | 92% |