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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2017-10-08 12:55:41 | 70.21 | 96% |
| 1117 | 2017-09-06 16:35:20 | 62.67 | 96% |