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 |
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1217 | 2021-07-09 04:48:09 | 113.82 | 98% |
775 | 2020-11-15 00:45:12 | 101.52 | 96% |
264 | 2020-01-04 22:52:24 | 103.14 | 95% |