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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2043 | 2018-02-12 21:23:10 | 86.70 | 98% |
| 875 | 2017-12-04 21:44:24 | 86.00 | 97% |