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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4938 | 2021-11-05 11:58:13 | 95.77 | 96% |
1167 | 2021-01-19 15:59:58 | 71.54 | 95% |