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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210 | 2019-08-03 09:33:51 | 69.73 | 95% |
| 47 | 2019-01-12 16:04:19 | 62.33 | 93% |