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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4112 | 2020-02-10 18:53:22 | 127.76 | 98% |
| 1888 | 2019-12-22 17:57:51 | 114.66 | 97% |