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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2002 | 2022-08-03 06:50:09 | 89.22 | 97% |
1812 | 2022-03-06 23:59:10 | 92.42 | 96% |