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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13100 | 2018-12-07 22:25:49 | 141.75 | 100% |
| 10083 | 2017-11-22 13:49:20 | 137.21 | 99% |