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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3814 | 2019-05-25 23:30:55 | 71.64 | 94% |
| 1004 | 2018-12-08 21:34:09 | 71.13 | 95% |