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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5120 | 2021-11-28 13:53:29 | 73.49 | 98% |
447 | 2021-06-05 12:02:31 | 58.53 | 97% |