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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2019-07-27 23:44:57 | 87.89 | 100% |
| 248 | 2019-07-23 08:57:26 | 80.40 | 99% |