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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2030 | 2022-02-19 07:32:56 | 109.78 | 100% |
948 | 2021-03-31 01:17:33 | 90.37 | 98% |