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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2848 | 2019-12-26 04:09:47 | 87.35 | 97% |
| 2037 | 2019-05-04 19:34:28 | 91.12 | 98% |