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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3526 | 2019-07-05 20:44:53 | 81.41 | 96% |
| 3183 | 2019-06-30 10:44:13 | 99.32 | 97% |