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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 932 | 2018-10-27 20:17:11 | 110.86 | 98% |
| 328 | 2018-06-06 23:53:38 | 97.91 | 97% |