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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 447 | 2018-05-17 05:19:44 | 99.35 | 97% |
| 197 | 2018-04-17 23:15:52 | 95.76 | 98% |