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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6300 | 2020-03-07 13:57:27 | 96.28 | 100% |
| 5021 | 2019-05-19 06:30:14 | 86.53 | 97% |